Saturday, 30 August 2008

Beach Huts

I don't know what it is about beach huts that we find so attractive. They seem to conjure up an almost bygone era when beach holidays were always sunny, when sandcastles always turned out pristine and when children always played together happily in the summer holiday.
Whatever it is, a friend send me a postcard from Southwold in Suffolk last Summer, showing a row of brightly coloured beach huts, some of them striped. I absolutely loved the card and had it pinned up in my workroom for weeks until it finally gave me the inspiration to make this wall hanging.
Accuracy is not my strong point with patchwork and quilting as I am not the world's best needlewoman - but I do love colour. Most of the cotton material in this wall hanging is from Kaffe Fasset's designs and I absolutely loved working on it. It hangs now on my bedroom wall above the bed.
Unfortunately the quilt I had on the bed just did not go with the colours in the wall hanging, so I have had to make a new quilt as well!
There is something about material that is exciting in itself before you even start on the project. A friend and I used to regularly take our stash of material out of the cupboard and look through it, just for the sheer pleasure of admiring it.
I hope it conjours up beach huts for you too.

6 comments:

Gramma Ann said...

Hi, Weaver of Grass,

Thanks for visiting my blog. Your wall hanging is lovely. I can't wait to see the picture of the matching quilt for your bed...

You mentioned that you can't find many older bloggers. The few who comment on my blog are all older bloggers, except one and she is a 22 year old girl. So if you come back to my blog and click on to their names it will take you to their blogs and if you leave a comment most of them will respond and visit your blog.

I really don't go looking for bloggers to visit, but the few I visit is because I find their blogs fun and interesting. Again you are welcome to visit anytime and I will be back to visit you again next week. Until then, have a nice week-end. Or is your week-end over?
I find it difficult to know what time of the day it is when I visit someone from another country. Oh well have a nice day;))) anyway...

Ann

The Weaver of Grass said...

Thank you gramma ann - lovely to hear from you. I shall post my quilt eventually. No, the weekend is not over yet - it is Sunday morning here and a very misty grey one. David is walking today in our beautiful Dales - I shall stay home with our puppy who is not old enough to be left for long. In any case I no longer enjoy climbing hills!! Shall visit you blog for "older" bloggers as you suggest,

elizabethm said...

I love your beach huts, just fabulous. It makes me want to get the sewing machine out but work and huge courgettes should come first. You might like to look at www.purpledreamhosters.com which is a community for like minded bloggers. If I haven't got the addresss right drop me an email and I will check!

Pondside said...

Good morning! Thank you for visiting my blog - lovely to meet you. Your wall hanging is beautiful, and did indeed say 'beach huts' to me. Beach huts don't exist here - we have ice huts in the winter when people ice fish, but they are very temporary structures, being dragged out onto the ice once the freezing is deep enough, and then dragged off before things get too soggy! I'm familiar with beach huts from visits to Denmark, where brightly painted huts appear along the shores - so pretty.
I'll be back to visit again, soon, as I'd like to read more of your past posts.

Pat Posner said...

Oh, yes, beach huts well and truly conjured up. Lovely.

Like you, we had the chimney swept last week. Not really in readiness for an Autumn fire, though; we've lit the fire most evenings all through what's meant to be Summer.
I love the tales of the old days our chimney sweep tells - don't know how many are true, but they're intersting.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Beach huts bring back memories of holidays in Bournemouth and Torquay, i always remember the smell of them.... I love your wall hanging, lovely colours