A couple of weeks ago I went to my mother’s quilting group’s exhibition in Gotham, Notts. This is Goat-ham not Gotham, home of Batman. It’s got its own Wise Men of Gotham lore in which the inhabitants acted like fools to stop a royal visit which would have meant opening up the road to the village which they didn’t want to do. One of the foolish activities they undertook was to hedge in a cuckoo and the village commemorates the very spot where this was supposed to have happened. The spot turns out to be a neolithic burial ground.
There is also an 18C nursery rhyme:
Three wise men of Gotham,
They went to sea in a bowl,
And if the bowl had been stronger
My song would have been longer.
And so it goes on. The villagers are very proud of this tradition of feigning idiocy to avoid inconvenience. I once worked for a boss who had an ‘I’m a simple country lad from Bridgwater’ routine which threw people off the scent of his really quite forensic brain. I am, however, digressing.
The exhibition was held in the local church as you can see from the above photograph. The medieval historian had been lured in with the promise of tea and homemade cake, but was actually quite interested in the church itself, which, it appears has some fine tombs and some very early stonework. And there were indeed cakes.
It was a lovely exhibition because it was a good group show. I like exhibitions where everyone is included and where there are displays of different quilts coming out of the same workshops or group challenges. This show was nice because so many of the quilts were draped over the pews and various sofas, so it gave it a kind of cosy nomad tented feel. By this I mean that you could imagine reclining on all the soft quilts, and then being able to pack them up and be on your way following the herd or going to the next oasis or whatever your nomadic tribe got up to.
I very much liked this quilt which was draped over some choir stalls:
I love the vintage placement and all over design with a modern palette. It is wrong, really, to single out one piece, but it is the one that I would have taken home with me.
Really, though, this was about my mother showing off her quilt. Now this quilt has been hanging about in various stages of construction for years. In the end, I said I would take it and get it long-arm-quilted for her so that it would get finished. I also did the binding and the hanging sleeve, so I like to think that I made a contribution to it. It’s called Scherenschnitte after the paper cutting technique, where you fold paper and cut to make symmetrical snowflakes:
This is not a brilliant photograph because the lighting was not the greatest on a really rainy day, but it gives you an idea of the layout. It is all hand appliqué:
But, I have to give a load of credit to Frances Meredith who did the quilting. That perfectly fitting circular motif was just gorgeous, as was the extravagant feather border:
She took something that we really just wanted to see that back of and made it into a stunning piece which was greatly admired. She even told me the fabric range that the main blue fabric came from so that I could find the dark blue binding to match. I cannot recommend her services highly enough. Her business is called Faberdashery and she is a joy to work with.
So, a success all round, and we also won a raffle prize which turned out to be some lovely fat quarters from the Moda Grunge range.