Turkey Tracks: July 26, 2014
Quilting “Celtic Solstice” and Unbroken
I spent most of Friday and Saturday quilting “Celtic Solstice.”
On Friday I had a perfect storm of problems with thread breaking and tired and discouraged, I walked away and wrote to the long-arm quilters on the Facebook site dedicated to quilters making this 2013 mystery quilt designed by Bonnie Hunter. (See earlier posts on this whole process. Bonnie releases a mystery quilt design every year the day after Thanksgiving, and I’ve had such fun making this quilt that I suspect I’ll make this quilting with Bonnie every year.)
Anyway, the long-arm quilters came back with a host of suggestions–some I knew, some were new and very helpful. And, on Saturday, with renewed energy, rested, and ready to go, I started again. I did not have one bit of trouble and finished the quilt, trimmed it up, sewed on the binding, and cheered.
Here I am starting out–before the perfect storm. I listen to music while quilting as I can’t always hear words over the noise of the long arm
Here are a few blocks quilted–with a medium green. I didn’t want a thread color that took away from the quilt itself.
Above you can see the two blocks that make up the quilt. Bonnie designed the one on the left, and it’s in a book of 100 blocks published, I think, by Quiltmaker magazine.
While piecing or cutting, I am now listening to Laura Hillenbrand’s Unbroken. It’s the story of an Olympic runner (1938 in Germany) who is a bombardier on a B24 (flying coffin) in the Pacific theater. I’ve learned so much about this plane and about running in the 1930s in the opening chapters. And about Pacific sharks and the men’s terror of being captured by the Japanese. I’m pretty sure both of these “guns on the wall” are going to make their appearance shortly.
My father–Jammie Mendall Philpott– flew B17s over Germany and was a decorated pilot. These men were so brave… And, often, such sitting ducks against enemy fighter planes or ground fire. The crew loss in the Pacific–just to accidents or plane failure, not the enemy–was a shock. And unlike Europe, the vast stretches of open ocean and little tiny islands made finding a downed crew a miracle.