I've got a bell on my sewing machine. I ring it when things go right and today that bell got a proper workout. Many months ago, I designed a quilt as part of my daily effort in the Quilt Design A Day group which I called Wake Up Call.  The core block was a slightly warped circle paired with a pieced cross. Chunks of the circle were missing.

I always loved the design and intended on making it some day, but found myself less than thrilled at the prospect of cutting all the curves and non-standard size pieces. Rather than designing the quilt with standard 1/4" measurements, I'd designed it by eye. I adjusted the proportions until things felt right. It's a worthwhile effort visually, but that made it darn near impossible to find any off-the-shelf templates or diecut dies to cut the project.

I'm a big believer that there is no single best method for anything in quilting. As creators, it is up to use to choose the best method for the project at hand. I'll warn you now, This is a long one! Grab a cup of coffee and maybe a notebook too. There's a lot of good stuff to learn here.

Why a Flying Geese Post?

One of my modern quilt guild members recently asked our members for help making flying geese blocks for a quilt that she's working on.

2,989,409 pageviews. Frankly I'm flabbergasted. When I started blogging at Badskirt, I had no idea that I'd still be at it six years later; nor did I expect to find so many friends along the way.

With six years of blogging though, it is inevitable that you go through bouts of blogger fatigue - days or weeks when you feel like you have nothing to write about.  Days when you'd rather stare at the sewing machine needle than the keyboard. Days when you wonder what you're doing.

It has been a bit of a rollercoaster here at Badskirt lately. I'm still not fully healed from December which has left me a wee bit grumpy and in the dumps at times. Anyone who has experienced ongoing pain knows what that feels like both physically and emotionally.  It's kept me away from both the sewing machine and computer more than I'd like.

I have been keeping an eye on Facebook though where the annual Umbrella Prints trimming challenge was mentioned in a number of groups I frequent.

I belong to a very active chapter of the Modern Quilt Guild. The members of the Melbourne MQG  branch are a lively bunch who meet regularly and have some of the funniest Facebook chatter that I've ever seen. Along with the entertainment comes stacks of helpful advice and some very insightful conversation about modern quilting. It's good stuff.

This morning, one of our guild members put out a call asking for advice on what gadgets and gizmos she should add to her crafting arsenal.

The last post about any holiday is always the hardest for me. I think that's why it's taken me so long to write about Old Tailem' Town, a pioneer village in South Australia's eastern fringe. Tailem was the last stop on our month-long journey that spanned over 5000km.

Old Tailem Town is a reproduction village made up of original historic buildings that have been shifted to the site, as well as some newer buildings made to look as they would have in Australia's 1860s to 1960s.

I don't carry a purse. Instead I shove my oversized phone, keys and men's wallet in my jeans much to the chagrin of my husband. It looks tacky, and I have a tendency to take things out of my pocket and leave them lying about. When I go to the shops, the wallet and phone exit my pants and land in whatever bag that I'm carry home.

There's a lot of work to be done and things to sort out when you're purchasing a caravan. I've got my priorities straight. I'm making bunting.

Dear Melbourne,

Less grey weather please.

Sincerely yours,

Melbourne-area bloggers.

The Plague of Eucla

The town of Eucla is set about four kilometers off the coast, but this wasn't always the case. Now a roadhouse, caravan park and hotel stop for Nullarbor travelers, it was once a telegraph station and a port for supplies coming from the sea. The town thrived for a few decades, until the plague took its toll.

With all of Australia's venomous spiders, poisonous snakes and strange animals likely to kill you; it was a hoard of feral rabbits that undid the seaside town.