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from Dear Jane: The Two Hundred Twenty-Five Patterns from the 1863 Jane A. Stickle Quilt
#im so obsessed with this quilt u all have no idea#thinking about crip time and the innovative minds of disabled artists under prolonged rest periods!!#quilt#dear jane quilt#jane a stickle#also holly if u see this ;^) 💛 happy u went into a research dive!
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My mom went to go see the Dear Jane quilt in Bennington, VT. She was sooo excited, it was adorable.
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Do you have recommendations for a sampler quilt pattern? i've always wanted to make one but I've never seen a pattern that really stood out to me
(asking from main blog bc i cant seem to switch to my quilting side blog)
Journey to Paducah is a free option and big. I plan on making this at some point.
Seasonal Sampler is a very simple quilt, also free, and I intend to make this as well. In my case, I will be using Steelers prints and make this for my husband.
Gnome Angel has several samplers, not free, and again I'll make one of these. I had started one a few years ago, but started to hate the fabrics I chose, so I gave the blocks to someone else. 100 Blocks in 100 Days is what she's most known for.
The Farmers Wife 1920s Sampler Quilt and 1930s Sampler Quilt are excellent options as well. Not free, but 100% worth every dollar. I have the 1930s pattern; it's 100% FPP.
Then there's the ultimate sampler: Dear Jane. This is a free version of the pattern. Look into the history of the Dear Jane quilt and story behind the idea. This is something that has me seriously intimidated, and you'll see why when you hit the link. Fat Quarter Shop has a kit available, but it's nearly $400. It's paper piecing, both foundation and English. I know a quilter who's been working on hers for the last 10 or so years, 100% handsewn.
#sampler quilt#quilt pattern#free quilt pattern#dear jane#quilt#chaosfay answers#words from the artist
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while im quilt posting. the shenandoah valley botanical quilt <3 shes so beautiful id love to make her one day
#while i still new at looking into antique sampler quilts/patterns. i dont think anyone can really beat her and dear jane#<- doesnt really care for farmers wife
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Hand quilted coasters! Not bound yet, I’m taking my time. At first I was thinking I’d keep making squares until I had enough for a dear Jane but then they were just sitting there, all wonky as hell, and I wanted something small to work on.
#hand quilting#quilting#quilters of tumblr#quiltblr#I just adore this fabric and only had scraps of it#my work
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There's Always Time
WAOW uploading my first Stardew fic, surrounding mostly Marnie this time!
Synopsis: Today's the day Marnie decides she'll get Lewis to go public with their relationship. She's determined to let nothing get her down, but the day seems to have other plans for her. Perhaps a certain adventure can remind her of the good in life
Word count: 8,412
CW for mentions of a previous death and drinking
Story below the cut!
Important note! A few parts of this fic have Pennsylvania Dutch words written in it, so I have a small translation section up here. Keep in mind that I am fairly a beginner at the language and doing my best grammatically given the few resources that exist 🙏
Distelfink- a folk art symbol of a bird that represents happiness and fortune
Aendi - Auntie
“Ach, schlecht exempel” - Ugh, bad example
Schatz- treasure/dear, used often by parents towards their kids
“lieb dehr beed” - love you both
Gottverdam - damn it!
zwieschpalt- troublemaker
onto the fic!
Mondays were supposed to be a calm day off for Marnie, a day where she had time to herself, things to look forward to besides her normal chores. Jas would be at school, Shane at work, and she would be able to bask in the peace and quiet. Usually she’d take time to work on her quilting, or go chat with the women in town at Pierre’s, pretending to shop as they gossipped. This Monday was special, however. She had a date with Lewis tonight, and she had a very important question for him.
It seemed every person and creature in this household had other ideas for this particular morning, however. She had been woken up at 7 am to the sound of a disagreement brewing in the kitchen, a sour start to her morning.
“Jas you need to put your shoes on, now.”
“But I wanna go say hi to the cows before we go! Pleaaaaaase!”
“We’re already about to be late for school and work, kiddo, we don’t have time.”
“I always say hi, they're going to be sad if I don't!”
“And I'm going to be sad if I get fired, let's go.”
“PLEASE.”
“No.”
Her nephew’s exasperated voice permeated through the door. This scene wasn’t too uncommon for their household. Jas liked an exact routine for each morning; get dressed, eat, say hi to the animals, then leave for school. She wanted it to be exact and punctual each day, but there were many days that threw a wrench in the schedule. Now that it was thrown off, the young girl immediately was put in a mood, and that was putting Shane in a mood as well.
“Yoba I’m too hungover for this” he thought to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a deep sigh, “Look, Jas, if I bring home a treat for you today, will you get your shoes on?”
The young girl thought for a moment before nodding, running off to her room to grab her little mary jane shoes. Shane gave a small sigh of relief, not having the energy or willpower to battle with her any longer.
“Ach, schlecht exempel… You shouldn’t give in like that.” Marnie scolded, walking to stand next to him, “It’ll spoil her.”
“You win some, you lose some, and I’m already losing the battle with my patience.” her nephew groaned, “I’m willing to get her a snack if it means she gets to school on time, and I get to work on time.”
Marnie opened her mouth to speak, a lecture already brewing up in her head, but she stopped herself. He was in no mood to receive advice from her, especially parenting advice, and she didn’t need more bickering this early.
“Okay, okay…” she pursed her lips for just a moment, “You remembered to fix the cabinet by the way, right? I wanted to get it decorated today.”
“Yeah, yeah I think I did,” he shrugged.
"You think you did, or you did do it?" Marnie raised a brow.
Shane thought long and hard. The last few days were a blur, but he believed he had a memory of doing it. After a few seconds he nodded, "Yeah... I did, don't worry," he gave her a brief smile, keeping a hand on his throbbing forehead. He was beginning to regret the previous night.
“Are you hungover again?” Marnie asked exasperatedly, “You can’t keep doing this to yourself, schatz.”
“I don’t want to talk about this again, please?” he grumbled defensively.
“This is the third day in a row, I’m wor-”
“Please stop.” Shane looked at her with an expression halfway between embarrassment and annoyance. He knew he had a problem and Marnie was only looking out for him, but it didn’t make him feel any less shitty about it, “Sorry.. I’m sorry.”
His aunt nodded slowly in acknowledgement, looking fairly frustrated herself, “Listen, I’m going to be heading out as soon as you get home, so you need to be here with Jas,” she changed the subject.
Shane raised a brow, “Where are you going?”
“If you must know, I’m meeting a special someone for a date,” a tint of blush appeared on her cheeks.
“Aendi I know it’s Lewis.”
Marnie’s face went white, “Is it that obvious?”
Shane winced uncomfortably, giving her a slow nod. Marnie and Lewis' relationship had to be the worst kept secret in town. The pair pretended like no one knew, but nearly everyone was acutely aware of the couple. It was almost a game amongst some of the townsfolk betting on when they would finally crack and admit it.
“I'm ready to go now...”, Jas stepped back into the room, fully ready for the day. A pout sat on her face, the girl still obviously very upset about the change in routine. Shane looked at his watch, huffing in annoyance, “Ohhhh Morris is gonna fuckin’ kill me.”
“Language.” Marnie warned, lightly hitting his arm.
Shane huffed and motioned to the door exaggeratedly, “Alright kiddo, we gotta run let’s go.”
“Remember, come straight home after work!,” Marnie called out, “No saloon.”
“Yeah, I get it.” Shane mumbled, feeling just a bit offended, “I can go a night without being there, you know,”
“Just a reminder,” she said, “I’ll see you two soon, lieb dehr beed!”
The pair gave her a wave as they ran off, racing against the clock to get where they needed to be. Finally, Marnie had the house all to herself. No disagreements, no problems, just her and the ranch. There were chores to do of course, such was life, but she didn’t mind them all that much. Nothing was going to keep her down, because tonight would be the night her life was going to change, and for the better this time. Tonight, she was going to tell Lewis they were going public about their relationship.
She smiled at herself in the vanity mirror in the foyer, fixing her hair into her signature braid. She felt confident, she felt good! After tonight she wouldn’t be Lewis’ little secret. She was going to be able to hold his hand in the town square, waltz with him at the Flower Dance, openly go on dates at the saloon. Just the thought of it made her heart soar. Nothing could ruin her mood.
That was, until she stepped into the kitchen. It was a complete disaster. Remnants of Shane’s 2 am freezer raid and mess from the breakfast he made for Jas littered just about every counter and surface. Cans next to the recycling bin, a frozen pizza box haphazardly teetering on top of the microwave, dishes stacked on the stove, table and counters. From being in such a rush he had neglected cleaning the scene, leaving it to Marnie instead.
“He’s doing his best… he’s trying… I have to give him that.” she thought to herself, holding her head in her hands. She waited for the tight feeling in her chest to dissipate before taking a deep breath to ground herself. It was just a little bump in the road, an obstacle she could easily tackle.
“Nothing is going to get you down. You got this, Marnie,” she reminded herself. She just thought of Lewis, of their rendezvous tonight, and she felt just a bit lighter.
It didn’t take too long to clean up, she thanked Yoba for that. Didn’t make it any less frustrating, but she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind for now. There was no time for her to feel bad, she couldn't allow herself. As long as she had been running the ranch, she had been seen as a beacon of positivity in town. It was a hefty title to carry, a draining one even, but if she just kept smiling, life would go by just fine.
She didn’t want to ruin the kitchen she had just so perfectly cleaned, so she just threw a frozen breakfast sandwich in the microwave, leaning against the counter as she waited for the timer to go down. Looking to the old clock on the wall, she tsked seeing the time. It was already half past 8, the morning flying by in the blink of an eye. She had so much she wanted to do before meeting with Lewis tonight, and she wasn’t sure she’d have the time for it all. Cleaning the coop, working on her quilt, and decorating that curio cabinet in the foyer. Only three tasks, but time consuming ones. She removed the sandwich from the microwave, blowing on it before tearing into it as she arranged the schedule in her mind. The coop would likely take the longest, and it was a priority. Best to get it done early before it got too warm.
The coop was loud and lively, the hens strutting around impatiently as they waited for Marnie to open the little hatch that led them out to their field. Donning her work gloves and boots, the woman waded her way carefully through the flock and unlatched the hatch, watching amusedly as the chickens ran on out to bask in the yard. It never got old, seeing them get so excited like that. She grabbed the pitchfork from its hook on the wall and gripped it tight. Time to get this done with.
As she scraped up the old straw from the ground, Marnie let her mind wander, imagining the evening ahead of her in great detail. She could practically feel it, sitting with Lewis at his table alone in the candlelight as they talked about their future. Marnie would suggest they finally tell the whole world about their love for each other, abandoning all worries. They could get married, have a beautiful ceremony in the middle of town for everyone to see. She had her mothers wedding dress somewhere stuffed in a hope chest, a beautiful gown any woman would feel like a princess in on her special day. She could feel her heart swell with childlike glee as she thought on it more. Today was the day, and she couldn’t be more excited.
A shrill squawking from the yard broke her from her frilly daydream, one that she knew meant trouble. Throwing down her pitchfork she shuffled her way through the hatch door, catching a view of one of the hens squeezing through a gap in the chicken wire, running off into the forest with reckless abandon.
“Mathilde! Come back here!” she called out, “Gottverdam!” she vaulted herself over the fence, immediately regretting the decision as she felt her body ache. She wasn’t young enough to be able to pull stunts like that anymore.
The little brown hen was much faster than her, darting in and out of trees as Marnie chased after her. The tricky thing was an escape artist, and she had no idea what danger waited out there for her. Wolves, coyotes, bears, all creatures who wouldn’t think twice about eating her up. Marnie didn’t want to run into them either, knowing full well she couldn't fend them off. Why did everything have to be so difficult today? Was it some bad luck day where “the spirits were displeased” as the farmer always put it? Whatever, that wasn’t important. What was important was finding Mathilde before something else did.
She could hear the hens soft clucks, but had no idea where they were coming from. The forest tended to have an echo to it that made noises carry. She tsked and called out for her once again, hoping Mathilde would run to the sound of her voice. Suddenly, the clucks turned into panicked squawks, sending a shiver down Marnie’s spine. She could finally tell where the noise was coming from, just a few feet away over in the clearing beyond the brush. She picked up a hefty stick, prepared to fight whatever creature had gotten to her poor little hen. Running towards the source of the sound, she held the stick over her head, preparing to lunge.
From behind the brush, a man stepped out, holding the hen in his arms. His face contorted in terror as he saw Marnie lunge towards him, dodging out of the way before he got lobbed in the head with the stick. The rancher yelped, stumbling back as soon she registered that he wasn't a wild animal.
“I’m so sorry! I thought you were an animal.” she apologized profusely. She dropped the stick, taking a good look at him. Shaggy gray hair hung in front of his wrinkled face, a patch over his left eye. A bulky cape hung from his shoulders, shrouding his frame in mystery, the silvery glint of a sword sitting at his waist. Her eyes widened as she recognized him.
“Marlon! Oh I’m so sorry!”
The man chuckled, “It’s quite alright, ma’am.” he held out his arms, Mathilde resting in his hands, “I take it this one is yours?”
“Yes! Thank you so much, really,” she took the chicken in her arms, scolding her like a child, “You zwieschpalt, don’t do that to me! What if this nice man hadn’t found you?”
The chicken just stared at her with blank eyes, obviously not understanding the danger of her escapade. All she knew was she wanted to run around and play, and there was a whole forest in front of her! Marnie held her close to her chest and smiled, looking up at the mysterious man, “What brings you down to the forest today? I don’t see you near town unless we’re having a festival.”
“The new farmer reported seeing some creatures around here, monsters from the damned mines who got bold and decided to take a chance out of the caverns.” Marlon sighed, “No matter how many times we slay them they just keep coming back.”
Marnie raised a brow, “I haven’t seen any monsters,”
Marlon put a hand on his sword's hilt, a small smile on his face, “Then I’ve done my job well… I must be going now lass, but it was good to see you again.”
“Oh…” Marnie frowned in disappointment, “I’ll see you at the fair next week though, right? I can’t wait to show you what I’ve been working on!”
“Aye, you will. Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Marlon gave her a short salute, “Take care, Ms.Yoder.”
The man walked off, his mysterious aura still captivating the rancher. She held Mathilde closer and whispered, “He’s handsome, don't you think?.... Don’t tell Lewis,” the hen bawked in response, getting a small smile from her owner, “Let’s get you home.”
Walking briskly back to the ranch, she was thankful that seemingly none of the other hens had squeezed their way through that little gap. Hauling herself over the fence, Marnie placed the hen back down in the pen, watching her run off to her little flock of friends, squawking away as if she was telling them all about her escapade. The rancher reached into her pocket, pulling out a fabric scrap and looping it through the chicken wire, tightening the part that split. It was a temporary hold for sure, but hopefully would ward off the hens from getting bold again until she had the material to properly fix it. If Marlon was right about monsters coming down to the forest, she didn’t want to have to go run after one of them again.
Going back to finish cleaning the coop took quite a bit of time, but Marnie was proud of her work. The enclosure smelled fresh and clean, fresh soft straw laid down on the ground for the hens to roost in. She herself wasn’t exactly the cleanest after finishing though. Sweat from the heat clung to her skin, stray pieces of straw sticking to her hair and clothes. She checked the little watch on her wrist, 1:00pm. She had just enough time to get ready and work on the curio cabinet before her date with Lewis. She hated pushing off the quilt work again, just itching to pick up sewing again, but it would just have to wait for now. Such was life.
But oh, how fun it was getting ready. Marnie felt just like those princesses in those movies Jas loved to watch, dancing around as she donned her favorite dress, mind full of thoughts of her “one true love”. She decided on a nice, purple gown for tonight, sewn in a similar cut to her everyday wear, but much more lavish. The fabric was soft and high-end, detailed embroidery along the bodice and skirt's hem. A silk shawl was wrapped around her shoulders, pinned in place with a brooch she’d gotten from her mother. A little distelfink was painted on the front of its opaline surface, a prized possession she hoped would bring her luck and new beginnings this evening. In the spirit of doing something new, she decided to keep her hair down, finding she loved how it framed her round face. Hopefully Lewis loved it too.
She felt beautiful, like a new woman. The stressors of today were the last thing on her mind, and oh how glad she was for that. A life that was simple meant that many days she had nothing more to do than stew on what had happened. Maybe that all would change too. With being in the public eye, maybe she could have more say in town, have more to do, places to go. She loved her family and her ranch, but she wanted, needed, more. And Lewis would provide that for her, she knew he would.
It was 5:30 now. Marnie had time for just one more thing before she had to get going. She looked to the little hope chest that sat at the foot of her bed and grabbed a heavy box from the bottom, full of old trinkets and heirlooms. Little porcelain statuettes, vases, and even some jewelry. But the most important piece of all was the music box that lay at the bottom. Marnie gently grasped it, removing the cloth the protected its fragile form and taking a good look at it for the first time in years. Upon a pedestal with a turnkey stood a glass statue of a dancer dressed as if she were at a ball, arms held out wide in a pose of triumph. The name “Mona'' was inscribed in gold lettering at her feet, a name that made Marnie’s heart ache.
It had been 27 years since she had passed now. She still missed her sister dearly, and cherished every last bit of her memory that remained; family photos, Shane, and this music box. Putting it out on display had been an idea for some time now, but only recently did she have the heart to pull it from storage. It was difficult seeing reminders of her even after so long, but it was time to confront this feeling again. The birthday they shared was coming up, and it would be nice to have something of hers in the main room. It would be the center of attention, the centerpiece on the middle shelf that caught everyone's eye. Ever so carefully, she placed it on the shelf, hearing the soft clink of porcelain against the wood. Removing her hands, she stood back to take a look at it, a small smile on her face. The cabinet was beautiful, fitting in perfectly with the decor of the foyer. It made the counter area look homier too. This is exactly what she needed to finish off the day.
But then, the shelf slipped. The support hadn't been placed as promised, causing the wood to crack under the weight of the heirloom. Without time to react, the antique slipped and crashed onto the floor, shattering on impact. It took her a moment to process, a sick feeling in her stomach when she saw the dancer in pieces, an echo of the music box components ringing out discordantly. All she could do was stare, hands shaking as a silent rage built up inside of her. The frustration that was pent up in the back of her mind burst from its confines, making her dizzy with anger. Why couldn’t one thing go right today? Why couldn’t she just have a simple, peaceful morning, why couldn’t she trust her nephew to fix something so simple? She knew it wasn’t out of malice, rather forgetfulness, but somehow that made her feel worse.
The rage was quickly joined by a heavy weight of sadness, pulling Marnie to her knees as she looked at the scene in front of her. Shaking hands picked up the shattered porcelain pieces in front of her, careful to not cut herself on the sharp edges. She wanted to cry, to scream, but she couldn't. Something in her mind stopped her, as much as her heart begged her to. Scooping the broken pieces into her arms, holding it close to her heart, she stood and placed them on her shop counter. She felt sick to her stomach.
The front door swung open, the sounds of laughter flooding through the front doorway. Shane walked in, looking much better than this morning, with Jas sitting on his shoulders. She held the previously promised treat in her hand, a little pastry that her godfather had “borrowed” from the backroom at work. She was chattering away about some new book Penny had her reading at lessons, and Shane contentedly listening to her rambles. He lifted her off his shoulders, placing her gingerly on the ground, “Alright chickadee, why don’t you go say hi to the cows now? I’m sure they missed you today.”
Jas nodded excitedly, running off towards the kitchen door that led to the animal housing. Her giggles echoed out as she closed the door, her ever-so-loud voice still audible through the walls as she greeted the animals. Shane smirked and shook his head, turning to his aunt. He held up a little takeout bag with the saloon logo, “Hey Marn, I got dinner handled for me n’ Jas tonight. If you need to go now we’re fine.”
“I thought you said you fixed this.”
Marnie didn’t so much as turn to face him, her voice uncharacteristically ice cold. It sent a shiver down her nephew's spine, his smile dropping into a concerned expression, knowing he screwed up, just not how. He looked over to where Marnie was facing, seeing the collapsed shelf of the curio cabinet and tiny glass shards on the floor. Oh shit. He thought he had fixed that already, he truly did.
“Aunt Marnie I’m so-”
Marnie held up a hand, cutting him off, “I don’t want to hear it.” she turned to face the doorway, still refusing to look him in the eye, “I’ll be home late tonight. Leave the door unlocked for me.”
She stepped out without another word, refusing to look him in the eye. Shane was left alone in the foyer with a heavy guilt sitting in his stomach. With Marnie gone he could see the mess on the counter, approaching it to see what had broken. The first thing he saw was his mother's name. The guilt sat heavier, a sick feeling accompanying it. He didn’t know her for all that long, Mona had died when he was barely old enough to remember her, but he knew how much she meant to his aunt. And now, another act of his forgetfulness had destroyed something of hers. He felt like shit, and he knew Marnie deserved to be angry with him. Hell, he was angry with himself. What a mess he was making of things. He thought back on the entire day, cringing as he realized just how badly he had messed up. His attitude this morning, the mess in the kitchen, and now this. He had to make it up to her, he just had to.
Jas stepped back inside, not initially noticing the mess, “I’m back! I told Bertie aaaaall about today, she’s such a good listener!”
“Watch out for the glass!” he warned, pulling her away from the cabinet. Damn, he needed to sweep that up.
“What happened?” she asked, confused at the sight before her.
Shane peeked into the kitchen, grabbing the broom and dustpan off the hook on the wall, “I made a mistake, but I’m gonna make it up to Aunt Marnie. Wanna help?”
“Yeah!”
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“You’re going to have a good night… Don’t let this steal your joy.” Marnie whispered a little affirmation to herself as she approached the steps to Lewis’ home. It did little to ease her heart, but she needed to stay positive, at least appear positive. That’s what Lewis loved so much about her anyways, her ability to always be such a sunbeam even in the hardest of times.
The front door swung open with a creak, the mayor she loved standing in the doorway. Lewis was dressed in his favorite attire, brown suspenders and a deep green dress shirt, but Marnie thought it looked lovely. The mayor looked to the left and right, as if to check that no-one was watching. Once he saw that the coast was clear, he pulled her inside, wrapping her in a tight embrace.
“How are you doing, dear?” he whispered, kissing her cheek softly. Marnie smiled, letting out a small laugh as she leaned into the crook of his neck, “Better now that I’m with you.”
Lewis grinned, eyes crinkling up in the corners, “That’s good to hear…” he motioned to his dining room table, now decorated with candles and a lace tablecloth, “Why don’t you sit, I made your favorite tonight.”
All the anger and frustration was quickly returned to the back of Marnie’s mind. None of it mattered now that she was in Lewis’ arms. For now, there were no troubles here. Lewis indeed made her favorite, a hearty farmers lunch. It was a simple dish, but one that had many good memories attached to it. Just the smell transported her back to a simpler time, a time when everything was right in the world.
The couple made small talk, speaking about the town, all the hot gossip that had been spreading around. Pelican Town looked like a sleepy little village from the outside, but one would never guess how much drama was unfolding behind closed doors. Everyone had something going on, and with such a tight knit community that meant everyone knew about everything. The conversation switched to Lewis’ day. Not much interesting going on with him, he was afraid. He gardened, took a walk around town, and spoke with the new farmer in the town square about a secret little quest he had asked help with, but that was about it.
“ Nothing wrong with a simple day!” Marnie mused, taking a sip of her drink, “Sounds peaceful.”
“I guess it was,” Lewis chuckled, “How about you? What has my angel been doing today?”
“Oh you know, the usual. Cleaning, tending to the animals, decorating. Wasn’t much more exciting than your day, unfortunately.” the voice in the back of her head gnawed at her, begging her to be open about what had truly been going on. Against her better judgment, she listened, “Actually, maybe that’s not entirely true.”
“Hmm?”
“I… had a hard day actually.” she mumbled, “There was a spat this morning, one of the chickens got out, and-”
Lewis put up a hand, cutting her off, “Don’t you worry about all of that dear, just focus on the positives.”
“But-”
“Marnie, dear,” Lewis put a hand on hers, “It doesn’t help to dwell on the negative. We’re here now, we’re having a good time. Let’s look to the future.”
Marnie pursed her lips, pulling her hand away slightly. Lewis was never someone who enjoyed talking about serious things, and she understood, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Maybe he was right though, maybe she needed to focus towards the future.
“Well….” she began, folding her hands neatly, “I’ve been thinking recently.”
Lewis raised a brow, “About what?”
“About us.”
“What about us?”
Marnie sighed, taking a deep breath. Here goes nothing, “I want to make our relationship public!”
She looked to her lover with a hopeful smile, scanning his face to see what he was thinking. Lewis didn’t look impressed with the idea, quite the opposite really. He sighed and put a hand to his head, “Marnie…. No.”
“What do you mean no?” Marnie felt her voice grow defensive, a tightness in her chest, “Lewis we’ve been dating for 3 years now and you refuse to tell anyone!”
“You know I can’t!” Lewis scoffed, “I have a reputation to uphold in this town, an image to maintain. What would people say if they knew about us?”
The sentence stuck a dagger in Marnie’s chest, the heartbreak obvious on her face. Lewis stammered, holding up a hand, “Wh-what I mean is-”
“Are you embarrassed of me?” Marnie warbled, feeling tears form in her eyes.
“Marnie, please-”
“NO, Lewis.” the woman stood up, lunging across the table to get closer to his face, “Why would telling people about us hurt your reputation? Why would I ruin your image?!”
The mayor tripped over his words, trying to find a way to say what he wanted without getting her angrier, “I just meant that people may look at me differently if I tell them about us! You understand, don’t you? The mayor of Pelican Town with a rancher? What would people say?”
“I don’t know, maybe they’ll say they’re happy for us? Maybe our friends will celebrate?” Marnie snapped, “Are you embarrassed about my job? I make a good and honest living, Lewis. I’ve carried my family’s farm on my back alone for decades!”
“And I’ve carried this entire town on mine!” he snapped back.
“Please, I know all about what you actually do: Nothing!” Marnie hissed, “Ever since you became mayor this town has gotten worse! The community center is gone, Joja is ruining the small businesses, the bus is still broken! The only reason anything gets done around here is because the new farmer is pitching in! That’s your job Lewis, not hers!”
Lewis stood from his seat, slamming the chair angrily into place, “How dare you. After all I’ve done for you and your family... If it weren’t for me inviting Joja to this town, your layabout of a nephew would be jobless and still in debt!”
“You don’t get to talk about him like that!” Marnie barked. As much as she got frustrated with Shane, she never tolerated anyone speaking ill of him, even Lewis, “I don’t want to ever hear you talk about my family that way again.”
Lewis threw his arms up in exasperation, “Where is this coming from?! You’ve never acted like this, this isn’t you.”
“Well maybe it is! You never let me talk about these things! I’m so tired of acting happy all the time, Lewis…” she paused to catch her breath, holding her head in her hands, “I’m tired of all of this. You get so upset with me when I try to talk about my problems. “Just focus on the positives!” , well maybe I don’t want to! Maybe I’m sad, an-and I need help, because I don’t know what to do anymore!”
She finally broke out into sobs, letting the sadness take over for the first time, “I’m the only one keeping my family together, Lew. If I were gone tomorrow, everything would fall apart. I can’t keep being the only person who has it together and I’m so tired of doing it by myself.”
“You aren’t doing it by yourself, you have me.”
“Do I?” Marnie snapped.
There was a tense silence for a moment, Lewis just staring at her with such shock. Marnie had never cried in front of him before, never spoken against him. He didn’t even know what to say. All Marnie wanted was for him to comfort her, for him to take her in his arms, to tell her he was there for her. She needed someone to finally let her be free.
“I’m sorry you feel like I’m such a terrible person.” Lewis’ voice dripped with contempt, “I’m trying Marnie, but you can’t just throw all of this onto me with no warning. That's not fair.”
Marnie looked up, staring at him with puffy, tear filled eyes. Did she just hear him correctly? Her face contorted to one of anger, arms falling to her side, hands balling into fists. How could he say that to her, like she was the one who was the problem. Lewis approached her, holding his arms out like he was ready for an embrace.
“But it will be okay, Marnie. I love you, I want to be with you.” he hugged her, but Marnie wouldn’t return it. She stood still as a statue in his arms, rage undeniable.
“I forgive you too, Marnie. Why don't we just try to talk about something nice, hmm?”
The rancher pushed Lewis away, staring at him in disbelief. She didn’t have the words to describe how betrayed she felt right now. Lewis had the audacity to look confused, as if he had no clue why she’d be so upset with him.
“I… I need to go.” she choked out, shaking her head slowly. Lewis groaned, “Marnie stop, we can still have a good night.”
“No.” she hissed, putting a hand on the front door handle, “I’m leaving.”
“Marnie!”
“What?!”
“Go through the kitchen window. I don’t want someone to see you and get ideas.”
Marnie opened the door, giving him one last look, one full of anger and exhaustion, “Goodbye, Lewis.”
She couldn’t be at the mayor's manor, she couldn’t be home, and she wouldn’t be able to handle the saloon. Marnie felt like she didn’t belong anywhere right now, and maybe she didn’t. She felt free, finally letting her feelings be known, but that freedom had a price, and that price was finding out how alone she really was. Lewis’ words and reaction stuck with her, infecting her mind and making it spin. She didn’t know who to trust anymore, the person she thought she could trust with her life completely broke her heart. Was she really that shameful? What was so wrong with her that she’d ruin his reputation? She stormed off into the mountains, the brisk autumn evening breeze frigid against her cheeks. She was thankful that she dressed warm.
The mountain lake was always beautiful at night. The valley didn’t have the light pollution of the city, meaning stars were visible as far as the eye could see, reflecting onto the water’s surface. Sitting under the oak by the lake’s edge on her own, she curled her knees close to her chest, letting herself cry once more. It was a quiet, mournful sob, a heart-wrenching symphony of every horrible thing that had piled up since Yoba knew how long. Marnie had tricked herself into believing she was happy for so long, using every distraction she could to block herself from seeing how terrible things were. They didn’t work anymore though.
“Fancy seeing you again.”
Marnie snapped her head up to see the source of the voice, finding herself once again staring face to face with the leader of the elusive Adventurers Guild. She wiped her tears, and sniffled, “Marlon? I’m sorry, I hope I’m not causing any trouble.”
The man sat next to her, shaking his head, “On the contrary. I don’t mind your company.” he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, holding it towards her, “Though, if you’re not in the mood for it, I can leave.”
Marnie scoffed, a bitter smile on her face, “Thanks. Not many people seem to care what I want around here.” she took the handkerchief, dabbing at the corners of her eyes, “It’s been… a terrible day.”
“Would… you like to talk about it?” Marlon asked awkwardly, “I know we’re not awfully close, but I’ve never been one to turn down a story.”
“Well..,” Marnie started, “My family is a mess, one of the chickens escaped, I broke an heirloom… and….” she buried her head in her knees, “And the man I thought I loved doesn’t love me...”
She began to cry again, not even caring that Marlon was watching. The adventurer sat quietly, nervously putting a hand on her shoulder as a quiet signal to let her know he was listening. The rancher sniffled and looked to him, “You must think I’m a baby for being this upset over it. There’s people dying in combat right now and here I am crying about this.”
“You’re not a baby.” Marlon affirmed, his voice gentle and genuine, “You wouldn’t say that about anyone else in your shoes, would you not?”
“Well… no.”
“Then why are you so hard on yourself?”
“Because I’m supposed to be the one who has everything together!” Marnie growled out, “Everyone always looks to me as someone to lean on. Lewis, Shane, Jas, everyone, they need me. I can’t sit here crying like this over one bad day. I have to be there for them.”
“But then who’s there for you?” Marlon questioned. It seemed to throw Marnie off, her expression just a bit surprised.
“No one, I suppose.” she mumbled, “I guess that’s a sacrifice I’ve accepted. It’s life, you know?”
“No, I don’t. You can’t just be out there on your own, lass. You need someone who cares for what you need and want.”
“I don’t even think I know what I want anymore... I don't want this but what can I do? My life’s already set out for me; not like I can change it.” Marnie mumbled.
“It’s never too late to make a change, to be happy.” Marlon stated, “There’s always time,”
The rancher laughed softly, “You think so?” Marlon nodded in response.
Looking up to the sky, Marines eyes softened, “Well... I always wanted to be an artist. I went to school for it actually, textile arts.”
“Is that so?” Marlon smiled, leaning back against the tree behind them, “You’re such a natural with animals, I didn’t take you for that type.”
“Ranching is nice, but it was never my dream. Trust me, I love the animals, but that was more my sister’s passion.” Marnie’s face grew solemn, “When… our parents passed, she took over the ranch so I could pursue my dream. I was doing so well, I had a good job in the city already lined up for once I was out.” she took a deep breath, “Mona died the year I graduated, left the business and Shane behind. We don’t really have anyone else, so I had to turn down the job and come home.”
She turned to face Marlon, surprised to see his normally solemn face full of pity. Shaking her head, she turned away, feeling almost embarrassed, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, I’m sorry. Mona’s just been on my mind recently and Lewis doesn’t like when I talk about it.”
“Lewis? Is that the man you were talking about earlier?” Marlon felt an odd twinge of jealousy in him, “I never thought you two were… on those terms.”
“Well not anymore!.... Maybe… I don’t know,” Marnie scoffed angrily, “Apparently dating a rancher would look bad on someone so important as our mayor. He tried making me climb out of his window because he was too embarrassed to have me seen leaving.”
“Why do you put up with this?”
“Well why do you ask so many questions?”
“I… don’t know.”
“I guess I don’t know either.”
The two sat in silence for a moment, neither certain how to continue the conversation. Marlon had gone from knowing little about Marnie to knowing what she had barely discussed with her own lover within a night. He never knew there was so much to her, their conversations at festivals never piercing past the surface of small talk. But now, all he wanted was to be closer to her.
“I think you should try pursuing your dream. again” he finally said, staring off towards the lake, “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
Marnie shook her head, “Oh, I couldn’t leave the animals behind, or the business. It’s been in my family so long… And my nephew, bless his soul, he’s not ready for that responsibility. He won't admit it, but I see how his eyes light up when he does work around the ranch... Still, I know he’d have a hard time on his own. I’d be selfish to leave.”
“Then teach him how to do it and follow your own dream. Don’t you think you deserve to be a little selfish? Even once?”
Marnie chuckled, shaking her head, “It’s a bit too late for that, don’t you think?”
“No… Better to follow your dreams late than to let them die.” he let out a laugh, “Hell, Gil and I didn’t even start adventuring until we started going gray ourselves. As long as you’re still in this world, you have time.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” Marnie questioned. It was almost suspicious how kind he was being. She wasn’t used to this, “What do you get out of this?”
“Nothing. I just want to be nice to you.”
A strange feeling came over her, almost a feeling of... love? It was true, she didn’t know Marlon that well. Besides the short conversations they had every once in a while, he was a mystery to her. But he was kind to her without any expectations in return, and he spoke to her like she was a person. He didn’t shy away when she showed emotion or encourage her to ‘just be happy’. It was nice. He was a good man, a kind man. With him, she felt seen in a way she never did with Lewis.
Slowly, she leaned her head against his shoulder, the poor man feeling his heart beat out of his chest. He had always loved Marnie from afar, but never spoke more than a few words to her before tonight. And now, she was confiding in him as if they had been close friends all their lives, sitting with him while they looked at the stars. He felt like the luckiest man in Pelican Town. They basked in the comfortable silence between them, Marlon slowly sliding his hand along the ground to reach Marnie’s. Feeling his touch, she moved to meet him as well, interlocking their fingers. It was just them, the lake, and the stars. No one else existed to them in the moment, and for once today, Marnie was truly at peace.
“You look beautiful tonight, you know,” Marlon finally admitted. Marnie lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at him with surprise. A tint of blush crept up the guildmaster’s face,” You always do...”
“Marlon…”
“Please, let me finish.” Marlon clasped her hand between his, squeezing gently as he looked at her with longing, “Marnie… I don’t care for many of the festivals in this town, but I always go for a chance just to see you. I make up reasons to go into town, since there’s a chance I may be able to say hello. You are the most beautiful woman in this town, this world, and anyone would be so lucky to have you in their life.”
He paused, waiting for a moment to see her reaction. He half expected her to run off, finding his confession offputting. But she didn’t. She just stared at him, the same longing in her eyes, silently begging him to continue.
“You deserve to have someone that looks out for you. I want to be that someone and I’ve wanted it for so long... I need you to know that. I apologize if it’s made you uncomfortable.”
“...Quite the opposite, really,” Marnie whispered, leaning in closer, “I think I’d like to know you better, Marlon.”
“As do I,”
Closing their eyes, they moved forward, lips gently pressing against each other. Marnie felt something now she had never felt with Lewis, a feeling she couldn’t exactly place. There was always the thrill of secrecy with the mayor, the feeling of the forbidden that made the adrenaline flow when they kissed. But Marlon made her feel safe. Being with him in this moment was soothing, warm. Her heart was racing, but for entirely different reasons now, good reasons.
The pair pulled back, unable to look each other in the eye from how flustered they had gotten. Marnie toyed with her hair, rubbing strands between her fingers nervously, “Can I see you again tomorrow?”
Marlon cupped a hand to her face, brushing his thumb against her cheek, “You are always welcome at the guild… Stop by at 7 tomorrow night.”
“It’s a date,” Marnie smiled. She stood up, brushing stray grass and leaves from her skirt, “I have a long walk home, I should get going.”
“I can come with you,” Marlon offered, “The mountains get dangerous at night, all sorts of creatures crawling out of the mines looking for a poor soul to follow.”
Marnie gave him a playful jab in the side, “Oh stop it, you’re not scaring me… a walk home does sound nice, though.”
Marlon smiled, holding out a bent arm for her to hold onto, leading her down the mountain. The feeling of the unknown that had been around them for so long was gone. They knew each other for such little time, but Marnie felt like she could tell him anything, as did Marlon. He told her all about his escapades in the mines, the monsters he faced and wild tall tales of his brushes with death down in those depths. She wasn’t sure how much of it was true or a legend, but she was entirely enthralled. The cadence of his storytelling voice, the excitement with which he spoke, it made her feel alive in a way that she never felt alive before. She’d grown so used to the same old stories; weeding the garden, standing in town square, visiting the local businesses. There was nothing wrong with a simple life, but this is what she wanted, no, needed more than anything. She needed someone who could excite and surprise her, and someone who listened.
It was near midnight by the time they reached the ranch. The moon was at its peak over the mountaintops, soft sounds of crickets chirping in the bushes. The lamp next to the door was lit, the soft yellow glow encircling the pair in angelic light as they said their goodbyes.
“I’m glad you found me again.” Marnie mused, taking his hands in hers, “Thank you, for everything.”
“Anything for you,” he responded, giving her hand a gentle kiss, “Have a goodnight, Marnie.”
The two parted ways, Marnie stepping softly through the door of her home, shutting it softly as to not wake Jas. The overhead lights in the foyer were on, buzzing softly. It initially frustrated her. Shane always forgot to turn them off before going to sleep, making for an expensive electric bill, and she wasn’t exactly made of money. But something caught her eye. The curio cabinet was polished and cleaned to near perfection, as was the once dusty floor. The glass shards that she had left behind were nowhere to be seen, only her own shiny reflection.
But most importantly was what was inside the cabinet. The middle shelf had been properly fixed, a support anchor screwed in beneath it. On top was Mona’s music box, glued together the best it could be. There were little gaps here and there, chips on the paint, but it was whole again. She gently picked it up, rubbing her thumb over the name on the pedestal. A little piece of paper, a note, sat next to it. Scrawly letters in Shane’s handwriting were scribbled on the front in pencil. She picked it up, squinting to read :
“I’m sorry about the mess I caused. It’s not fair to you. You’ve done a lot for me and Jas and I wanted to show I actually appreciate it. It’s not perfect, but we tried to get it fixed up.
I know I screwed up today. I’ve screwed up a lot recently. But I want to be better for you and Jas, and I hope you can forgive me for everything.
-Shane”
Marnie looked to the direction of her nephew's room, smiling softly. It was gestures like these that reminded her of just how sweet he was. Shane wasn’t all that different from her really, and she understood just how easy it was to fall into the habits and behaviors he had picked up. She tried to be patient, give him the time and support he needed, the same that she needed when she was in his place 27 years ago. It was taking time to get back to normal, or something close to it, but these moments made her feel like things could be okay again.
Marnie gently placed the note on her shop counter, making her way into her bedroom with a small smile on her face. She turned on her nightstand lamp, sitting down on the old bed that sat flush against the wall. She pulled Marlon’s handkerchief from her pocket, rubbing a thumb over the fabric. It was a simple little square with basic stitching around the edges, the fabric a faded robins-egg blue. It meant everything to her. The initially unassuming rag was a symbol of a great change in her life, a change she never saw coming.
The adventurer had given her a new lease on life, hope that despite her situation, she could still continue to do more. Marnie could be more than just the little rancher in Cindersap forest, more than what was expected of her in this life. Lewis never made her feel this way, and she was beginning to wonder what she ever saw in that man to begin with. Perhaps it was out of desperation, out of a desire for anyone to even look her way and consider her desirable, no matter how they treated her. The bar was pitifully low, but Marlon had raised it to the stars in just one night. She could actually imagine the future she wanted with him, Lewis’ face fading from those visions. Holding hands as they strolled in town, waltzing together at the Flower Dance, and maybe even getting married. Today was a good day, she decided, just not in the way she ever expected.
She turned to look at the dial-up phone on her dresser. She had made an important decision, and it was time to let it be known. Picking up the receiver, she dialed in Lewis’ number, waiting anxiously for a response. She half hoped he’d pick up so she could hear his reaction in real time, but mostly prayed that he was asleep. Ring after ring droned out, until a prompt to leave a message started. Taking a deep breath, she spoke softly, yet firmly into the receiver.
“We’re done.”
#Holy shit i posted a fanfic#it'll be on AO3 as soon as i get an acc invite#YAHOO#marnie ur one of my favorite characters ily#fuck lewis#Stardew valley#stardew valley fanfic#Stardew valley marnie#Stardew valley marlon#sdv marnie#sdv marlon#so genuinely nervous to post this but f it we ball
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Do you have a favorite quilt pattern and/or something you haven't tried yet but want to? I have many designs saved and it's kind of overwhelming 😬
Oh man me too ..it's so easy to get lost in the options when quilting. I like intense patchwork so I'd love to do a tiny hexie or postage stamp quilt...a baltimore album would be really fun ..I have a silk crazy quilt and a Dear Jane Wisps too sitting around
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profic attempt 2?
WIP Wednesday Game
I have put words into profic, and since not sharing it, here is a snippet from Music Man!
Darcy walks Agatha past an ice cream parlor, past a pub, past a billiards parlor that looks like it’s getting a new table, past an impressive looking library for a town in the middle of nowhere, outside of town square, down one of the streets with houses and white picket fences that make Agatha grimace, to a little bitty house, not much different than the others, except that the flowers seem brighter somehow and the fence seems whiter somehow and it seems realer somehow than the others, in a way that makes Agatha wince.
“Where are you taking me, dear?”
“Oh, I got a little house,” Darcy explains as she opens the front door wide. Her head wobbles one way and then the other. “I guess Jane got a little house and I just live here, but it might as well be mine.” She leaves the door open as she walks inside. “She tried to teach me how to make tea, but I keep burning it. Should be some in that new fridge she made! I’ll get us some.” Then she turns just enough to give Agatha a wink. “With something a little better.”
Agatha nods as she enters the house, as she shuts the door behind her. She scans the room, taking in the pastel wallpaper, the couch that seems both well used and well loved, the floral pattern crocheted into one of the throw pillows, the actual throw pillows and throw quilt over the back of the couch, and taking in all of this, she starts to feel a little sick. “Darcy Lewis, have you settled down?”
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Dear Reader Challenge, tagged by @books.pups.tea Photo of my bookshelf with my ever growing Tolkien collection. Hand embroidery kit from JessLongEmbrodery on Etsy! ❄️Did you complete your 2022 reading goal? Yes I did! I have read 160/150 books, though I often read shorter books and comics. I also completed the @the52bookclub challenge this year with the last prompt: #32 a book that intimidates you with War and Peace by Tolstoy. ❄️What is your 2023 reading goal? I usually stick with my comfort zone of 150 books. Anything else is a bonus! ❄️2023 five-star predictions? Percy Jackson and the Chalice of the Gods by Rick Riordan The Sinister Booksellers of Bath by Garth Nix ❄️Books you want to reread? I plan on reading some of Jane Austen’s books again. It is time to revisit Pride and Prejudice again! ❄️New Years resolution? I plan on sharing more of my book reviews. There will also be a lot more quilt and book pairings this year! Happy New Year everyone! #book #bookstagram #books #bookrecommendations #bookreview #booklover #booklovers #bookaddict #bookaholic #bookasthetic #booknotations #bookcommunity #reader #readingtime #readersofinstagram #bookhaul #bookhoarder #bookheaven #bookish #booklife #bookchallenge #bookchat #embrodery #embroderykit https://www.instagram.com/p/CmwuAdbrdNu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Want to make your own? Do a web search of "Dear Jane" quilts. Dear Jane: The Two Hundred Twenty-five Patterns from the 1863 Jane A. Stickle Quilt by Brenda Manges Papadakis is available in its 25 anniversary edition (2021). An image web search is particularly delightful as you can see how people have made their own interpretations of both the whole quilt and individual blocks. Paper piecing? Machine embroidery? Bright? Monochrome? They are all there.
Jane A. Stickle quilt - 1863
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Am I mad? Maybe, but that is not the point of this story. I am writing about all the background colours I’ve chosen for my Dear Jane sampler quilt as an opportunity to discuss fabric and colour choice in quilting.
The original quilt made by Jane Stickle
The Dear Jane is a sampler quilt, meaning consisting of many different patterns, made by Jane Stickle. Brenda Papadakis was inspired by Jane’s original quilt and turned all the blocks into a pattern. Now many quilters all over the world are making the quilt to test their skills, determination and to become better at quilting. I am one of those quilters. Samplers are suitable to learn new skills because they use many different techniques.
Red is the background colour of this post. It is one of the four background colours of the middle squares together with white, green and blue. I use bold colours and combinations both because I think those make exciting quilts, but also to show people how crazy you can get with colours and still make a fantastic quilt. So far, I’ve also written a post about the blue background colour
The Dear Jane quilt: feeling blue
Dear Jane quilt blocks
The red background fabric is the only one I actually bought for this quilt. Usually, I use whatever is available. My mom is one of those quilters with more fabric than she can handle, so she always lets me use hers. I was set on red though, so buying I did. My knowledge of suitable fabrics was not very big when I bought it, so the fabric is not ideal and it frays very easily. Maybe it is woven too loosely? I am not sure. It sews nicely though so I’ll keep using it.
Dear Jane quilt block M-9: Fan dance
Dear Jane quilt block M-9: fan dance
Oh, this was a fun block. It reminds me of Spiderman, a maze and kinds of fun goodness. Also, I like the combination of pink and red. It is a bit unconventional, but it will look very good in the finished quilt. There are a lot of unexpected colour combinations in this post, as you will see. If you take care to have some recurring colour elements in your quilt some unexpected colours will give the overall piece some interest. Recurring themes could be background colours or sashing. I talk more about that in this post where I explain the colour choices of my Dear Jane quilt:
How I design: colours of the Dear Jane
This block is made with the patchwork technique. With a lot of pins that technique always works to get a neat block.
Dear Jane quilt block L-4: St. George’s cross
Dear Jane quilt block L-4: St. George’s cross
This was another fun block! I loved the small red strips and how they are not extended in one line throughout the whole block. It gives the block an interesting look. As you can see, the quilt block is a bit wonky. That is because the light green fabric is too thin and stretches a lot. I used it anyway because I had already cut the pieces. When I’ll sew the sashing or borders on this block I have to be extra careful not to stretch the block. When you pin a lot and take care when sewing you can use almost all the fabric you want to, no matter what other people tell you.
Dear Jane quilt block E-1: Aunt Exie’s phlox
Dear Jane quilt block E-1: Aunt Exie’s phlox
First I did not know what ‘phlox’ was -Google tells me it’s some kind of flower. How nice that the Dear Jane quilt has learned us something new non-quilting related.
Now it annoys me that this block has only four petals since the phlox clearly has five petals. I remain that the pattern of this quilt block should look something like this:
Phlox design with five colours
A block like looks less symmetrical though, so maybe that’s why Jane went for four petals. The nature theme is nice. There are many of those in the Dear Jane, I even wrote a post about it:
Nature in the Dear Jane sampler quilt.
I used the needle-point technique for this block. It is one of the first times I’ve tried it and I’m not sure if I like it or not. Needlepoint applique where you sew the pieces on top of the background fabric seems more difficult than reverse applique where you sew the pieces behind the background to me to get neat pieces. Time and more practice will tell. That keeps being the conclusion when I do applique:
Dear Jane quilt: the quilting techniques you hate, or why practice is paramount
Dear Jane quilt block A-9: cabin fever
Dear Jane quilt block: A-9 cabin fever
The title of this block is clever. The design with the square on its side with all the little pieces inside of it gives it a claustrophobic sense explaining the name. This quilt block came out neat because I used the foundation piecing technique where you sew the patchwork pieces on a background fabric. Read more about that here:
Quilting techniques 101: Foundation piecing
This is another block with an unconventional colour combination. I would not advice doing a whole quilt in orange and red, and I am not sure whether the block works on its own, but, in the bigger quilt, it will look great.
Concluding remarks
This is the end of the post. With a bit of luck it gave you some daring to use bold colour combinations yourself. Now, some questions to get to know you:
Do you like sampler quilts?
How bold do you dare to go with colours?
Which block of the Dear Jane quilt is your favourite?
Next week I will talk about the first (mini-)quilt I send in for an exhibition!
Do you want to know more?
The Dear Jane quilt sampler introduction
I’m not ashamed: humble Dear Jane quilt blocks
The magic reverse applique quilting trick
A milestone of my Dear Jane quilt! Halfway the middle squares
The nearly insane quilt: a machine quilting sampler
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The Dear Jane quilt: seeing red, am I mad? Am I mad? Maybe, but that is not the point of this story. I am writing about all the background colours I've chosen for my Dear Jane sampler quilt as an opportunity to discuss fabric and colour choice in quilting.
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Fun fact! I have patterns for sampler quilts!
Make the Cut byGnome Angel is a foundation paper pieced quilt with a hidden layout for the scissors, but I won't use that layout be a use the background blocks will be faded. That's boring, and I don't do boring. The pattern also has different size options, from 57x67 inches to 96x96 inches. Oh, and 100 blocks. Fewer blocks for the smaller sizes, but all of them for the king size.
Small note: king size quilts start at $10k. They will take about a year to make, start to finish. I don't want to make a king size quilt, but that much money will be very big incentive!
This sampler is smaller, with I think 36 8x8 inch blocks. I think it's a lap size, but I could be wrong. Anyone feel like doing the math for me? Thank you, @tj-crochets for doing the math!!! 48x48 inches without borders (I nearly always add borders).
This is another big sampler by Gnome Angel, with traditional piecing and multiple size options. Oh, and 100 blocks. The largest is I think king size.
Last of my printed samplers is this book. The Farmer's Wife 1930s sampler quilt, all foundation paper pieced because soooo many of the pieces are tiny. There are multiple sizes, from lap to king.
Now as for what a sampler quilt is, it's a quilt with many different types of blocks, giving you a sample of each. Some patterns repeat a few blocks, others do not. They're a fantastic way to practice different blocks and use up scraps. You don't actually need a sampler pattern either. Just make a bunch of different blocks, ideally the same size for ease of arranging them. Look up "Dear Jane quilt" and you'll see the ultimate sampler. I might make a Dear Jane quilt someday, but not anytime soon. Commissions are always prioritized.
If a sampler is something you want, say so in the commission info when you purchase one. If a king size is what you want, I'm not joking when I say $10k. It will be $5k upfront and monthly payments thereafter. The amount of fabric and batting will easily be $1k, and the amount of tike it will take to make it, from start to finish, will likely be over 1000 hours, if not more. I've spoken to quilters who have made king size quilts, and each said $10k for handquilting, $7k for machine quilting. I will be doing the quilting by hand unless you request otherwise. With the 50% payment, I'll purchase the Cutie Breeze quilting frame I have on my Throne wishlist, and practice machine quilting on that.
If a sampler quilt is the type you want, commission me. It's gonna be a long time before I make one without it being a commission. Why? I have patterns chose and fabric pulled for quilts I really want to make.
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help me i am falling in love with another quilt (dear jane)
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Practicing my hand quilting. This square I made with absolutely no understanding of quilting: I made it out of an instructionless diagram in a dear Jane book that my gram handed me to take home after my first quilting lesson. The triangles in the middle are actually triangles that I cut and then carefully placed. Each square and rectangle I cut to size plus a quarter inch seam allowance, sewed, and didn’t cut down afterwards. I made a whole Ohio Star with this method.
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Maestro Hiccups Part 6
Meanwhile, With Eis.
Eis's eyelid twitched at the sound of clucking. It was bad enough that he had a chicken suit on...now his ENTIRE stage had become one big farm, filled with cows, and pigs...and Chickens. "I thought farm stuff was Jose's thing. Why did Balan have to give me a chicken suit with his hiccups? Why couldn't he had made me a dragon?" He asked himself as he navigated himself around the giant chickens and eggs that surrounded his usually fire infested world. However there was some good to the sudden transformation. Farmlands meant things grow, and things that grow meant a chance at finding the tree. Eis slowly began to trek through his new world, when a loud "PEEP!" came from behind him. Turning around, he could see that he attracted a bunch of baby chicks. Now this wouldn't be a bad thing...if the chicks weren't 30 feet tall. "Nice chicks...Nice chicks..." Eis said as he slowly made his way away from them. But one of the chicks started to nuzzle him as if he was their "Mama". The firefighter sighed. "This is gonna be a LONG day..."
Meanwhile, With Cass...
Cass's nose was hit with the immediate scent of flowers when she entered her altered world. The candy, cat plushes and stoplights that littered her world were now replaced with a garden of epic proportions. Flora, both of Wonderworld and the real world, blossomed everywhere. Cass was so enraptured with the beauty of the plants, that she almost bumped into a large statue of Balan, who holding a Tim in his hands. Looking around, she could see VARIOUS statues of Balan, in various positions, some regal, some silly, but they were still Balan "Heehee!! I guess Balan has some control over his power when he hiccups!" Cass giggled before remembering the task at hand: Looking for the Wonder Fruit tree in this vast garden land.
Meanwhile, With Jose...
The Farmer didn't know what to expect when he returned back to his stage. His entire farmlike world had been transformed into a little girl's dream. Pinks and purples danced across his vision as the rolling hills and corn stalks that he remembered were replaced with small cottages, and villages. "Welp. Now I know how Cal feels in his world...if it were more girly." He said as he walked through the cobblestone streets. A big pink Unicorn then trotted up to to him and bowed its head. "Uh...Hey big guy." Jose said cautiously. The Unicorn then trotted behind him and nudged under his arm, as if asking him to get on. "Um...Ok..." He said. Carefully getting on, the Unicorn galloped through the pastel kingdom. Jose held on for dear life when he passed by an orchard. "Hey Fella...Can we go to that orchard?" He asked. The Unicorn didn't look happy, but it went over to the whimsical looking orchad. Jose sighed, Finding that Tree was gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack...
Meanwhile, with Attilio...
Attilio didn't expect the aftermath of Balan's hiccup onslaught to be this...comfortable. The chaos of his carnival heart was transformed into what one could describe as "a giant pillow fort". The rides and neon lights had turned into giant pillow and blankets of all kinds. Quilts and sheets replaced the invisible tracks that Rail Runners had sprinted on and a big blanket fort stood in the distance where the Haunted house used to be. Attilio smiled at the sight, he almost felt like taking a small little nap for a second. But he shook his head, he had to focus. The fate of Wonderworld'a magic depended on finding that Wonder Fruit...however, it might be a bit hard considering that everything was made of pillows and blankets now. The Clown fought back a yawn...he had to find that fruit...in 5 minutes or two...
(A little Balan Fic I made, inspired by this! https://shadowqueen402.tumblr.com/post/691857479604305920/hi-could-you-please-write-a-fic-about-balan
Mei belongs to @sundove88
Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios /@thehyperrequiem
Trisha Jane Belongs to @lovelyteng
I only own Kaylo)
#Balan Wonderworld#Balan#Lance#Leo Craig#Emma Cole#Jose Gallard#Fiona Demetria#Yuri Brand#Haoyu Chang#Sana Hudson#Cass Milligan#Cal Suresh#Iben Bia#Attilio Caccini#Lucy Wong#Eis Glover#Bruce Stone
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