Once in awhile, an idea just sleets down from the universe and ∴bam∴—you’re on a whole new path. That’s what happened to me with this quilt, my first. A line from John Masefield’s poem “Sea-Fever” had been going through my mind for awhile. The poem is perhaps best recognized for one of its first lines:
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
But what I kept hearing was:
Isn’t that a lovely way to come to rest at the end of a day?
And suddenly, I saw it—a field of tossing waves, with the text floating over it like the print from a book.
I had to make it real. And so, suddenly, I became a quilter. Is it strange to start out this way, with a specific idea, rather than by a progression through different learned skills? All ignorance and bliss? Fools rush in, eh. But we’ll see what happens.
After a bit of reworking and math, I printed out my letters using a typeface that matched as closely as possible the edition of the book I have.
I started tracing them onto the thinnest double-sided iron-on interfacing I could find, and I was off to the races. Or rather, traces.
Just as a side note, I really love that poem by Masefield. But he also wrote a lot of sentimental Victorian epics that are difficult to appreciate now. There’s a great comment on his Wikipedia bio that he’s often compared to Chaucer, usually unfavorably. Ouch!