PTQ is how I’ve taken to calling the Portuguese Tile Quilt since writing out the long name is tedious. But tonight when my husband came upstairs to check on me (his cave is downstairs, mine is upstairs) and I said, we really have to go to Portugal. Really, really.
Here’s my work in progress, which I’ll be posting on Lee’s blog Freshly Pieced, on her regular Wednesday Feature of WIP Wednesday (found *here.*)
Here I’m working the windmill effect, striving always to keep the pinks in the same place. I had to cut some more blues, because I’d cut the first ones upside down and backwards. And I have lots of black points, so I’m wondering if I gave the right amount in the how-to post? Pretty sure I did.
I noticed that the pattern seemed to be lost in the fabric I chose, so this version is my trying an entire block of blue and an entire block of pink/orange.
I laid out what I had and decided I liked the not-square version of 5 rows by 6 rows. It’s good to change your mind once in a while.
I decided to make up a batch of those “backward” blocks. I placed one in here–spot the ringer? I would be tempted to leave it in but it would drive my symmetry-loving husband nuts. I was just trying it.
I pressed the seams towards the black pinwheels on all pieces. Then you have a lump in the middle, so clip a couple of stitching threads to release it, and pressing down with your thumb, “swirl” to flatten out that center. This is the backwards block, so your seams will look reversed.
The back of the backwards block.
I was really tempted to sew this row by row, with no regard to the block. But I need that block to be distinguishable in a subtle way, so decided to start piecing blocks together first, then sew them in rows. That way the block will be its own entity before losing its identity to the overall tile pattern.
Just like my hair stylist who married a guy with four children. I went in to get my hair cut today on her first day back at work since her honeymoon. She said they spent a week on Maui, then got home late Saturday night. Monday morning, he went to work early and didn’t return until late. She told me she went from “single woman” to “single Mom” in one week. I admire her and think about her a lot because of my story: my husband Dave married me and my four kids.
He We survived, but even so, it doesn’t stop me from keeping her in my prayers, hopes and thoughts.
So as I work on this quilt, I think about how all of us are individuals with our own lives, quilts, loves, hates and troubles, and sometimes it just doesn’t seem to make sense until we put it all together and see the pattern. I like that about quilts. I like that about life, now that I’m old enough to discern some of those patterns now and again — one of the great advantages of hanging in there.