I live in a bubble. I mean, we all do, obviously, and the Internet allows us to accentuate the effect as much as we feel like. But really. Big bubbly bubble.
It’s kind of nice to be reminded of that, when it happens in a gentle way.
Take the other week. I’ve posted about my recent trip to London to see the Quilts 1700-2010 exhibition at the Victoria and Albert Museum.
We flew over the previous day, and I had dinner with my cousin, after which we met a couple of her friends for a drink.
“What brings you to London?” asked one (an Irishwoman a few years younger than me).
“I’m here to see the quilts exhibition in the V&A,” says I.
Continue reading Craft Bubble
A week after my visit to the Victoria & Albert Museum‘s current exhibition, Quilts 1700-2010 (which, as you see above, occasioned the purchase of some fat quarters, oh yes!), my abiding memories are of shape.
Scallops on an incredible set of chintz bed hangings that opens the exhibition. Feathered quilting on an eighteenth-century wholecloth quilt. Squares and circles, stripes and triangles, stars made of diamonds. Hexagons from Wandsworth Prison and from a WW2 internment camp in Singapore, and their frighteningly tiny cousins sewed by a wounded soldier in (as it might be) the Crimea.
The exhibition is divided into five sections, which are broadly chronological.
Continue reading Quilts 1700-2010 at the V&A: Review
Back in September, I joined the Irish Patchwork Society (Eastern Branch). Tomorrow, a group of us are off to London to visit the Quilts 1700-2010 exhibition at the Victoria & Albert Museum.
Tomorrow, people! I’ve been squeeing about this for seven months! Eeeeeeeee!
Ahem.
I’ve avoided reading reviews of the exhibition, because I don’t want to go in with too many preconceptions. I’m really wondering what I’m going to make of it.
The Revolutionary Horde: Why’s that, Léan?
Continue reading Patchwork, Society
Last month, the Oyster and I made pots! (Mine’s the one on the left.)
We were on holiday on the Dingle Peninsula (Co. Kerry), where we often stay, and I finally did something I’ve been sighing over for years: paid a visit to the Louis Mulcahy workshop in Ballyferriter. I took the Oyster with me, leaving Niall and the Feaster to amuse themselves on the beach.
I love Louis Mulcahy’s work – the forms and colours are so beautiful, the pieces so tactile. Not having read the website in advance, I kind of hoped we might see a potter at work, but I wasn’t expecting to get a chance to try it myself.
Continue reading Visit to the Louis Mulcahy Shop (or, What I Did on My Holidays)
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