Helen's Shed Quilting Groups and a bit of Helen's exciting life!

Husband’s Lament from the Bendigo Retreat

2011-10-29T02:58:00.001-07:00

HUSBAND’S LAMENT

Let me say at the outset that this is all my fault, and I take full blame! Well, not for the Quilting, but the Scquilting! To explain I have to go back in time. Back to a more simple time, when life was so much less complicated. Back to when my trusty book-keeper (and partner in life) kept the business accounts up to date. Invoices were issued (more or less) on time, and the baby (sorry, Princess) was fed and watered. Even the grass was mown!

I decided it was time (1995) to upgrade the old TRS80 3P (please, no jokes about 5 ½ inch floppy disks) for a more modern computer. Herself was thrilled with the mouse and colour screen – “What will they think of next!” Luckily at that stage, she didn’t know what the internet was!

Once the internet was set up, I (foolishly) thought, that the best way for her to learn how to use the computer was to get herself used to the internet, and what better way to do that than by joining a special interest group. Special interests….. I thought. I know! Quilting – a hobby she had taken up in recent years to counter the effects of a baby (sorry, Princess) who didn’t sleep and who could vomit rather spectacularly, on demand.

I did a search and found an American quilting group. That will be good for a start I figured. With this incentive, it took no time at all for herself to learn the internet basics, and soon she was posting to this group. A couple of Southern Cross Quilters contacted her and suggested she join their local group and a new Scquilter was born! (She proudly tells me that she was Scquilter number thirty or forty something!).

Little did I know how this would affect my life as I knew it! From that first meeting with an “axe murderer” it was on for one and all. Next she was telling me we MUST go to Sydney. Usually a visit to the rellies is that last thing she wants to do, but now she is begging to go. As I pushed Elizabeth’s stroller up all the rows of stairs to get to the Sydney Quilt Show (remember the overseas passenger terminal at Circular Quay?), I realised why!! A few months later and another visit to Sydney. This time she was picked up by fellow axe murderer Jan Powell & taken to a Scquilty get-together - (how was I to know that this would be the first of many thousand?). On her return, plied with champagne, herself announced that one of the fellow axe murderers had suggested that we build a shed/studio in the back yard for her and she was in full agreement. Plans were soon drawn up!

Her next idea was the most audacious. Why don’t we go overseas? We could go to the UK so that I could see Wales for the first time in over 30 years. It would be lovely for the Princess to see where I grew up, went to school etc. Not a bad idea, I thought. My BIG mistake was putting herself in charge of the itinerary and all bookings. Before I knew it we had our “Round the world” tickets – what happened to just the U.K.???? Our itinerary consisted of quilt shops, the odd cathedral and castle and more quilt shops. On our second day in London, she announced that we were meeting a fellow axe murderer (Lorraine Bradley) and her family for dinner. That was pretty much how the trip went from then onwards.

Most people travel the United States from coast to coast. We travelled from quilt shop to quilt shop! Included in the visit were trips to see a large number of axe murderers, both Oz & local. (Hello Sharron in Denver!).

On our arrival home, I found that a huge shed had gone up in our absence!! Well, a garage, with a little room for me & a huge room for her! You don’t really want to know what happened next, but I will tell you anyway. After the shed was plastered, painted and linoed, I arrived home to find that my office had been emptied of all book shelves. The books were still there – stacked on the floor, but the shelves had been moved (not an easy task – there are two of them – 7ft x 6ft ea) to “The Shed” and filled with fabric. I was told that the shelves were the exact size to fit FQs in, and here was I thinking they were the exact size to hold a novel (or 3000)! Silly me! Thus “The Great Wall of Fabric” was begun.

That was nine years ago. Since then things have only got worse! There was the time I had to pick up a fellow axe murderer from the local station. Herself did not have a photo of Faye, but she gave me a photo of one of her quilts & said to “Just ask anyone who looks like she made this quilt if she is Faye Cunningham”! The time I had to pick up two Dutch quilters from the Airport bus depot, I was told to look out for two tall women! Elizabeth & I have been to retreats, wandered around the Canberra/Sydney /Melbourne/Loch/Berwick quilt shows. And that is only the ones we remember!

There is the once a month Squilter activity at Carrum Downs. I am not sure exactly what goes on there, and I don’t really want to know. I can only imagine that some satanic rituals are involved. At the last meeting I saw Hermione dressed up as a Christmas tree, complete with flashing lights! Enough said.

As a gentleman of fixed habits, with a rather methodical (that’s methodical NOT anal!) approach to life, it has been rather a trial to adjust to the way of life of a SCQuilter’s DH. I have just about managed and having spoken to DHs in similar positions I know I am far from alone. So, I have resigned myself to a life of Scquilter servitude. Please think of me fondly. Elizabeth, our daughter (now 15) is however, scarred for life!

When you see me at Bendigo give me a fond wave – I will be the one carrying the show and tell!!

Big Bad Merv (Saint in waiting)

Ian’s 50th Birthday

2011-10-12T18:46:00.001-07:00

Ian’s birthday poem

On the 7^th of October way back in ‘61

The Riordan’s were delivered - a much wanted son.

He was a good baby – just slept and fed

But there was a slight problem,

His hair was bright red.

As fourth in the family of Les and Dot,

They were used to red heads being part of their lot.

But three in a row did seem too many

Still he was a good kid – as bright as any.

He soon started to talk – that boy would go far

Is anyone shocked that his first word was “Car”?

On our dairy farm, he had an idyllic life,

a real country kid - much trouble and strife.

He sank in manure – played outside all day.

Lost many a gumboot and played with the hay.

He was joined by another – a brother no less.

This happy young boy had a mate with no dress!

“Robert the Rose Horse” was his favourite book,

But cars were the best thing – knew them all with a look.

When Brother Neil became terminally ill,

Mum and Dad were so dignified with strength and good will.

The death of a young child – well what can I say?

With Mum and Dad’s love, we coped day by day.

Then it was time for Ian and school

Big sis Sandra took charge – and she was no fool.

Over protective – she was very strong

The game British Bulldog righted many a wrong.

A solid elbow and a well-placed right hook

Silenced anyone who gave Ian so much as a LOOK!

His stage debut also showed he’d go far

With a cheap Beatles wig and a wooden guitar.

Living next door to the Wells’ - such a treat

We got even more love and lots to eat.

The trek through their fence was a well-worn path

Travelled daily - sometimes hourly, and always a laugh.

When our grandparents moved to the Ovens Highway,

Ian found where he wanted to settle one day.

He loved the north east – around Beechworth and Yack

And always knew one day he’d be back.

Time passed – the farm sold and we moved to the beach.

High school was approaching – a new life within reach.

Dad ordered a statesman – his favourite car

You sat proudly beside him on travels afar.

But our Dad wasn’t well and he died Christmas Day

Far too young, far too soon – his life slipped away.

Mum took up the challenge – she looked after us well

But for a lone boy, it must have been hell.

Bonbeach High did not “get” a young boy like you,

In your essays your world famous humour shone through.

In maths you excelled and all things scientific

Your afterschool job showed your solid work ethic.

You and Sandra – my god! With your local swamp stencil

And Baby Scott left on doorsteps with a note writ in pencil.

When a friend got the first pool in our beach neighbourhood

He wouldn’t let anyone swim in it – but you got him good!

You picked up a dead sheep – off Edithvale Road

And guess where you delivered your load?

Through all of this Mum remained by your side

Taking you camping – or just for a ride.

You blitzed your exam for the VACC

And offers came in from the motor industry.

You worked well in your trade – made friends you have kept

And your family was there – when you smiled or you wept

Your special love was your old HQ ute –

You made it from scratch – god it was beaut!

The years went by, Mum needed care - quite a lot

She had cared for us so much – how could we not?

Then at last it was time to realise your dream

In this beautiful spot - just by the Yack stream.

You took your turn in our roster for Mum,

She loved visiting us all, spending time, having fun.

There was no-one quite like her – with her humour and pride.

So proud of her family, accepting help in her stride.

We realise we chose our parents so well.

They were two in a million – anyone could tell.

So strong and brave, but we lost Mum last year

Something we’ll never get over, I fear.

But 15 months on and we still have each other

And we girls could not have a better brother*.

Mum and Dad would be proud – they knew you’d go far

And your family – we love you – just as you are.

Happy 50^th birthday Ian.

Written by your sister Helen - endorsed by Jeannie, Alec, Scott, Jose, Evie,?, Joanne, Max, Merv, Elizabeth, Sandra and Wolfgang

*well we could, but this rhymed better!

Tongan Cemetery Quilts

2010-12-18T01:28:00.001-08:00

I am waaay behind in my blogging and really plan to catch up over the holidays (yes really!). But in the meantime I now have these photographs of the unique Tongan cemetery quilts that my sister took on her recent trip to Tonga to oversee their first elections.

These quilts are made by the deceased person’s loved ones and are extremely individual – I imagine as individual as each person during their lives.

And here are just some of them:

Until next time,

Helen Evans

OUR GARDEN IN WINTER

2010-06-16T17:48:00.001-07:00

These photos are of our garden in the depths of winter last year. The garden had suffered the effects of 12 years of drought, so only the very hardy plants have survived. This year has been a bit better so I am hopeful that I can start to re-establish it properly.

Brazilian sage - originally from my Grandmother

My favourite white daisy – not sure where this one came from- I think it was from Mum’s cousin.

May bush – from my sister in law in Canberra

Jacaranda – I just love the leaves on this beautiful tree

This is a very sad tale – while we were in Adelaide in April last year the “heritage listed” old pine tree on the border of our place and our neighbours’ front paddocks, fell down. Unfortunately Elizabeth and Jack’s (next door) tree house was in that tree and was completely demolished in the process – note scattered wood palings. A sad day for all!

Lavender – foreground. White plumbago – background.

Chinese lantern

Old plum tree – it used to be HUGE, but was cut right back (and I mean back to nothing!) a couple of years ago – after it had split down the middle after being storm damaged – growing back fast.

Hibiscus from my Grandmother

Madagascan (?) jasmine – flowers from late summer until spring – lovely scent.

Lemons in our new citrus orchard – barely hanging in there with the drought. Below – limes.

Violets – from my grandmother.

I love the way I can walk around my garden and think of all the friends and family the plants came from. I have an old fashioned rose-scented pelargonium (currently threatening to take over the pergola) which belonged to my great-grandmother. She always grew it on the front gate post, so it was the first thing visitors saw (and smelt) on arriving at their farm. When her youngest son was killed just after the second world war (her next to youngest had died on the Burma Railway), his cat would sit on the gate post waiting for him to come home each day - I feel a garden can tell a family’s history.

To that end, I MUST get my previously lovely garden in order – the two plumbago bushes either side of the front door (one white, one blue) are fast becoming weapons of mass destruction for all visitors.

Helen

REMEMBERING PAULINE SISSON

2010-06-15T22:14:00.001-07:00

On the 13th of July 2009, we lost a beloved member of our Monday Group, of the Carrum Downs group, a regular visitor to my shed and a true friend. After many months of ill health, Pauline Sarah Sisson passed away – peacefully with her husband Derek by her side. It has taken me all these months to feel that I could write a tribute to her.
Pauline was a brilliant quilter – yet she was so modest about her work. She was generous to a fault – helping many many fellow Scquilters and other friends behind the scenes – whether it was moral support during a crisis or teaching them the latest quilting technique she had seen on U-Tube or knew about just through her extensive knowledge and experience of quilting.
She was the cornerstone of the Monday group that met at the Cranbourne Community Centre every Monday – always coming up with brilliant suggestions for birthdays, for block swaps and for challenges. Every time I do one of our famous “Pizza Lady” blocks, I think of her! She was also our “bag lady” – she had made so many bags that she kindly decided to give away one to each of us – and we are not a small group.
Pauline was a keen, but shy participant in our monthly Scquilty get- togethers at Carrum Downs. She was genuinely surprised by the positive comments when she brought one of her many quilts to Show and Tell, and as always, was on hand to comfort someone in need. A lot of Pauline’s stash is still being used in quilts for the Bushfire victims and other worthy causes – the goody bags the Carrum Downs girls donated to Gippsland Bushfire victims contained many of her rulers, patterns, magazines and other sewing notions.
It is with a great sense of pride and love that I now show the following photos of Pauline and her work – as a tribute to her as a person and a quilter.

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And here is my favourite photo of Pauline – during “Movember 2007” with Di Mitchell in hysterics in the background!

Pauline, you are sadly missed.
Helen Evans,
Devon Meadows, Vic.

Phillip Island weekend 2009

2009-05-18T02:10:00.000-07:00

May 15th, 16th & 17th was our annual Phillip Island Craft weekend. The usual debauchery, drinkies and dress ups took place. The theme for our Saturday night attire was the letter "P". Naturally, we (well, Rose) came up with the unique idea of wearing "post it"notes. Post it notes were stapled on pyjamas as well as on some op-shop treasures. Some were carfeully co-ordinated while others just stuck them anywhere ( and I mean anywhere!). There were post it earings, hair clips, necklaces, merkins and even more unmentionable, but quite decorative uses.

Here we have Belinda, Diane, Maureen and Rose post-it-ing all over the place

Belinda and Diane get up close and personal - note Belinda's tasteful heart post it necklace - also just in case you don't believe the craft bit of the weekend note poor crafters still at work in the background - We started our partay early!

Sherry - can't explain this pose - but note tasteful placement of her post its on her "p for purple" vest

Here Sharon, myself (Helen) and weekend virgin Brenda get into the swing of things. If you can take your eyes off Sharon for a minute, please note that I had "personalised" Helen post it notes stapled to me. Brenda was fortunate enough to be attending her first weekend at a time when Rose was in fine form - not since the infamous salami incident of 2003 have we enjoyed such witty repartee and gentile comedy from our Rose

Here Maureen and Rose (aka Patsy and Edina) do their pouty camera pose - note Maureen's tasteful co-ordination of post it notes with hair colour

Here Rose, Sherry and Karen enjoy some jocularity - a tad too much jocularity in fact

And here we are in all our glory - back row L to R Helen, Sherry, Brenda, Karen, Sharon - front row Belinda, Diane, Maureen and Rose

Usually, what happens at Phillip Island stays at Phillip Island, however, this year I am allowing you all a very small glimpse into our girlie weekend - more, I don't think anyone would like to view!

And as for the craft, I can assure you that some work did take place. Brazillian waxes.... er embroidery, mosaic mirrors, folk art, jewellery making, patchwork, teddy bear making, paverpol statue work, knitted bead bags, cake decorating and more DID actually take place. I just forgot to take photos of it!

Until May 2010

Helen Evans

PS Brown envelopes please or I show the rest of the photos

Movember - a little out of order!

2009-05-06T03:12:00.000-07:00

Apologies for this being a tad out of order, but this is what happens when you leave it for 6 months to get your blog going.

Our Monday NQR group embraced Movember to do our bit for prostate cancer awareness. I could comment more, but I feel the photos speak for themselves!

A unique view of "70s porn star" Amber

Inge and Karen a distinguished pair if there ever was one.

A suitably sombre Susan

Marilyn and Pam in mo mode - Pam has obviously gone to a lot of trouble with her curled ends

Fran and Wendy redundant in their own splendour in the foreground and myself - looking suspisciously like a certain very nasty WW2 figure

Pauline looking her formal best, while Di lets the side down by behaving frivolously in the background

Maggy doing her bit, while Laurel also lets the side down with her jocularity

So, until Movember this year -when I do hope we can get a very serious looking group picture- but thanks to Amber for these great phone photos in the meantime!

Helen

Bushfire quilt working bees

2009-05-04T03:18:00.000-07:00

The local girls got together with the Cranbourne Regional Uniting Church members to make quilts for victims of the Victorian Bushfires this summmer. We mainly concentrated on QAYG blocks - as per instructions in this blog: http://sewmanyquiltstoolittletime.blogspot.com

The Bushfire quilts effort is being run by many lovely Scquilters and others with JanMac running the show - see the blog:

http://ozcomfortquilts.blogspot.com

for more details!

I took a few quilts to Adelaide to the Scquilters retreat - some of which I neglected to photograph. But here are more either donated, or made in the Devon Meadows Hall over a couple of weekends.

Pam made this from the book "One Fabric Quilts" and has donated it to the bushfire cause.

Pam also made this QAYG one during our working bees

My supplies

Rev Wendy, Kate, Leonie, Nola & Nola hard at work

Annie B doing some hand sewing

Completed rows of QAYG blocks

A stack of QAYG blocks

Annie L putting more blocks together

More blocks

Rows of blocks joined up for a QS quilt

Annie L's almost finished quilt made with Nola's blocks

A QAYG quiltfor a little girl - made by Tracey

Tracey's quilt

Another of Pam's QAYG quilts - I took this one to Adelaide

Laurel's quilt top in repro fabrics

At this point in time we also have 5 quilts being finished and have handed out other fabrics to willing volunteers, so we have an on-going project. Before I ship the quilts up to JanMac I will take more photos and put them on this blog.

Helen Evans

First week back 2009

2009-05-03T02:58:00.000-07:00

Over the summer holidays, I issued a challenge to both groups to keep them out of mischief over Christmas - I didn't want anyone making headlines with any of their usual holiday past times.

Almost everyone took part, which was great - other projects are still WIPs!

The Tuesday night group was given a FQ of fugly fabric to make whatever they liked - here are the results:

I produced Edna the Emu - from a Homespun pattern - or should I say Dame Edna (note tiara)

The fugly fabric is in her legs

Nola made a great foundation pieced cushion and then appliqued a fugly lizard

The whole cushion

Kate made this mug bag - the trim was a wonderful effort and goes so well

Gail made a fugly mini rubbish bin for the sewing table with co-ordinated fugly buttons

Annie B made this slash and whack - she is the expert

Leonie added the same lizard as Nola to her machine quilted cushions

Jenni made her usual great quilt - quilted on her machine

The NQR Quilters (Monday group) challenge was a paper bag challenge - some sadists in the group included pegs, baubles and various trims, sequins, beads etc of no use at all. Despite all this, the following excellent efforts were made in using up all the contents of the paper bag.

Di's beautiful UFO

Donna's pretty doll

Susan made all sorts of wonderful craft things - a mammoth effort

Peta's angel doll - a wondrous combination of everything!

Maggy's beautiful Gypsy girl

My (Helen's) bag - from a Homespun magazine pattern

The dodgy bits were used for internal phone holders etc to go inside the bag.

Laurel's beautiful bag front and back - note the peg closure mechanism

Amber's sausage dog with puppies

Mair - our lovely correspondence class member from North Wales - she made a useful, but very cute peg bag - front and back

Maggy's gypsy again, sitting quietly with Inge's clown

Wendy's lovely bear - as yet without a face, but note the earings from the middle bit of the pegs

Pam's UN dolls - Peace and Unity - VERY clever use of doiley for Peace's (or is it Unity's) hat

Karen's bag - note careful/clever placement of red bauble

A very successful challenge!

Helen Evans,

Devon Meadows, Vic, Australia

About Helen's Shed Quilting Groups

2009-04-09T03:32:00.000-07:00

About 12 years ago, a Scquilter friend in Sydney mentioned that she was getting a shed built in her backyard as her quilting hobby had outgrown her sewing room in the house. A light went on in my brain and I realised that this was exactly what I needed. A few days later, home in Devon Meadows (south east of Melbourne - approx. half way between Melbourne and Phillip Island), I got started on the plans.
The photos below tell the story of my studio aka "The Shed". With the exception of "The Great Wall of Fabric", it was all tidied up for these pictures. "The Great Wall of Fabric" - now famous on three continents - is, I am afraid, a work in progress!

I hold quilting classes here every Tuesday night (the "She'll be Right Quilters"), and once a month on a Wednesday. On Thursday night a friend conducts her teddy bear classes here as well. There is also a Monday group - there are too many of us for my humble shed, so we meet at the local Community Centre. This group (the "Not Quite Right Quilters") has been meeting for over 16 years and there are 16 of us in this group.