I've been through my Porto pics now, unfortunately all the outdoor ones are pretty uniformly grey and wet, lol. After weeding out duplicates and duds, there are still 647 photos. So here are just a few.
Too Many Hobbies, Not Enough Time
Where once I struggled to fit my crafting in around work, I am now retired.
But I still have too many hobbies.
Sunday, 15 February 2026
Porto pics, and some WIPs
Monday, 9 February 2026
Winter visit to Porto
We like to go away together during the winter months, normally to get some winter sun and warmer temperatures than the typically grey and cold UK. This year we tried Porto, in Portugal, famous for being the home of port wine. We had checked that typical temperatures were 13-15C so we weren't expecting it to be as warm as previous destinations such as Malta and Cyprus. However, we hadn't realised that Portugal is typically quite wet in the winter. Also, this year, it has been battered by several severe storms that have caused flooding and much disruption. When we saw the forecast for the week was 100% rain for the entire week, and 9-13C, it was a bit depressing but at least we knew in advance and could pack all our British winter clothes to stay warm and dry.
It was a nice week. It's a very easy destination, the majority of people spoke English, signage is often bilingual, people were friendly, transport was cheap, and for UK prices we could get far superior meals to what we could get at home. The old town itself, while picturesque, is a bit rough around the edges. It is a UNESCO world heritage site but a lot of the old centre is dilapidated, or even derelict and abandoned, there are loads of construction sites (many of which don't look like they've been worked on for years) to navigate around, and many buildings are heavily covered in graffiti at ground level. But there are some stunning historical sites to visit from the 18th and 19thC times of prosperity, and many amazing churches dating to much earlier. As well as exploring the old town and visiting one of the port warehouses and attending a fado concert, we rode the bus out along the Douro river to the fishing port of Matosinhos for a lovely fresh fish lunch one day, and another day we rode the train to the neighbouring city of Braga. That happened to be the day that Storm Marta hit, so the weather was particularly bad but Braga was lovely, with wide avenues and lovely squares lined with handsome period buildings.
I haven't downloaded the photos off my phone yet, so sorry, no pics this week.
I didn't find much in the way of craft shops. In Braga I found a couple of fabric stores mainly aimed at dressmakers, and a sort of indoor market that had some cheap craft supplies. I didn't buy anything craft wise apart from some Portugal themed fabric and a knitting bag made in the same fabric, from a home linens store. I was tempted by all the colourful ceramic reproduction tiles, referencing the many tiled houses in the old town, but didn't buy. DH found me a nice knitting shop not far from our hotel, called Ovelha Negra, which had a good assortment ranging from Portuguese yarns through to Rowan, Lettlopi, Opel and even some American brands. I picked up some neon yellow Spanish 100% wool called Mota, as DH admired the colour, so I will knit him a hat (and possibly fingerless gloves if there is enough left over.
I did come across a dollshouse museum called O Grande Museu Das Casinhas De Bonecas, spotting their brochure in the tourist info (and not knowing about it in advance, as accused by DH), so we visited that as well. They are fairly new, having only been open two years, and were delighted that we were visiting, I got the impression they are struggling to get publicity. The museum was in a converted garage workshop, so quite a good size and well lit, a big white space. The many houses are in plexiglas boxes for easy viewing. They are specialising in houses that were sold for play, by big manufacturers such as Real Good Toys, Duracraft, DeAgostini etc. so it is not a destination for miniature collectors. They are buying used houses or receiving donations, which they then renovate in their workshop and furnish with mostly cheap imported furniture. I enjoyed seeing the houses that looked like Portuguese or Brazilian houses, plus they had some of the Chinese kits that I have built, and also the Real Good porch kit that I built and converted to fit on my Canadian house. They also had large collections of porcelain dolls, of the quality that came in part-work magazines, which aren't really my thing. But the hospitality was warm and included a hot drink, so we enjoyed the visit.
I was working on my Christmas striped socks and finished the second one near the end of the holiday, I just need to do the kitchener stitch to close the toe. I also took a cross stitch magazine kit and did a little on it. I still need to sort out my goodies from the cross stitch retreat last weekend.
Sunday, 1 February 2026
On retreat
I was away this weekend at a two day cross stitching retreat up in Sheffield, the same one I attended a year ago. The ladies I sat with last year have all stayed in touch on WhatsApp so it was like meeting up with friends. They and most of the other attendees are serious stitchers, buying all the things and tools and enough charts and kits to keep them going for 200 years. I remember being like that when I was younger, lol. Now I am fully aware that I already have enough projects in waiting at home to keep me going for at least a few decades, so my shopping impulses are much milder. I'm also just a dilettante with cross stitch, I enjoy dabbling at it but I'm not particularly good and I'm very slow. Still fun to be away and with like minded people, and to see what everyone is working on. I was working on my hand towel cross stitched border, and I took along a few other small kits that I've started such as the Houses of Great Britain series. I've come home with lots of goodies: table gifts, a few patterns, a few free things off the swaps table.
The handstitching of quilting binding continued this week - I finished off the poison green checkered Dresden quilt, and have almost finished the final pink doiley scalloped quilt. Meanwhile I have done a bit more work on the Gail Pan embroidered blocks quilt. I did sash the blocks in the end, but with a subtle half-inch wide strip, just enough to give the eye somewhere to rest. Then I started pulling out possible border fabrics from my stash, trying out a lot of possibilities. I think I have settled on this reproduction print and I'm probably going to insert a second narrow sashing of green just to give some definition. The colours aren't showing well in this photo taken in artificial light.
I finished up the final little American Country panel oval basket that I was working on last week.
Sunday, 25 January 2026
Memories of South Korea
Some time ago online, I randomly came across an artist's installation project called The Cherry Blossom Project. The artist was Sara Cook, author of a book on the Korean textile art of Bojagi, and she was inviting participants to sew strings of traditional Korean 'mandus' (dumplings) in Korean silk organza which will be hung as a mass installation in late May at the Phoenix Arts Space in Brighton. The reason I decided to pay to sign up was for the opportunity to try stitching with this interesting fabric.
I had seen the wonderful stiff and gauzy silk organza in the many traditional costume tailoring shops in Korea, and I had worn a polyester version when I rented a traditional hanbok costume to do the tourist visit to one of the Royal Palaces. It felt crisp and cool against the skin, even on the warm day, and surprisingly not scratchy. I only saw it on rolls in tailor shops, I didn't see anything that looked aimed at the domestic sewist but I wasn't really looking then. This is the fabric used to make the pieced Bojagi patchwork which looks like stained glass when held up to the light. When I got home, I bought a book and then found out that it is very difficult and expensive to buy the authentic silk organza from the UK.
Saturday, 17 January 2026
Community?
This weekend I am taking part, for the second year, in the 2026 virtual retreat for the Quilters Guild of the British Isles. It's quite a big event, apparently they have 533 registrations, so at £50 a ticket, it is hopefully quite a moneymaker for the guild. It's a mixed programme, ranging from quilt history through to charity quilting initiatives, with profiles of artists, a presentation from Schmetz needles and more. So quite a variety. Only one 'make' this year, which was arty one-inch cube boxes which didn't appeal to me so I didn't do that one. I've spent most of the day working through my five quilts waiting for binding while listening. For the first half of the day, I was feeling good about the sense of community: having some company in my sewing room; finding out more about the UK quilting scene; learning about what other quilters are doing and how they do it, some social contact, seeing glimpses of people's work in the background. Quilting can be quite a solitary hobby.
However, in the second half the day, possibly because I was growing tired, I started to feel a bit depressed. I think it's partly imposter syndrome from seeing all the amazing things people are producing, and how productive they are, and they have the energy to make quilts with a million tiny pieces, and they are putting things in shows and holding exhibitions and taking part in guild challenges etc. And partly it is the relentless focus in the UK on design, contemporary abstracts, quilt art etc. which I don't relate to at all as I come more from the American design tradition. It doesn't appeal to me to do, for example, a series on leaves - one woman was collecting leaves in the garden, photocopying them, using design software to extract graphic elements from the photocopies, then creating needlework of elements of the leaves in a variety of styles from boro to applique to crayon art, hand dyed interfacing etc etc. So no actual product at the end of it, just lots of samples. That sort of art/design activity is very admired in the UK - it's not for me. But it does make me feel like I'm just pottering away, making bed quilts I don't need and not often stretching myself. So exposure to the community today has been a bit of a double-edged sword.
But as one woman said earlier in the day, and the internet says it is a quote from Katherine Hepburn: “If you always do what interests you, at least one person is pleased.” Quilting, and crafting in general, has always been as much about protecting and improving my mental health as it has been about producing anything, or being artistic. There's another full day of programme tomorrow, hopefully after a night's sleep I will be refreshed and feeling more positive.
So today I was tackling the three bed quilts, large wallhanging and small wallhanging all waiting to be bound. Two of them were already pressed and trimmed. I pressed and trimmed the other three, and made hanging sleeves for both of the wallhangings. Then there was just lots of machining on binding. I've done four of them, one more bed size quilt to tackle tomorrow. Now I need to do all the meters of handsewing to finish the bindings - I can't manage stitching binding down on the machine, I never get a tidy result.
I finished quilting the baptist fan design on the Checkered Dresden Fan quilt - this is a picture before I washed it - and it was one of the quilts I sewed binding on to, today. I'm definitely getting better at the stitching, in person you can see an improvement towards the end compared to the beginning. I'm not entirely happy with how big the fan is compared to traditional handquilting, that's a function of the rulers I'm using, but the design has good coverage and a nice texture. The quilt is huge, and I don't know what I'm going to do with it. It's too big to donate to Quilts for Care Leavers or Project Linus. I've now loaded the Fat Cat Ruler Dresden Plate quilt onto the frame, ready for it to get the baptist fan treatment as well.
Continuing to whittle down my stash of mini kits. I attempted a wheelbarrow of cardboard which I think was another old club project, but it was just too crude and a bit out of scale, so I ended up throwing it out. The next one out of the basket was a Pat Cutforth Cancer Research kit to cover a cardboard trunk with faux leather - but where was the trunk? After looking through my cupboards, I eventually located the cardboard trunk in a collection of boxes and mini baskets. The faux leather had become rather brittle with age, and the cardboard trunk was a somewhat crude base to work on, but it turned out alright in the end. It doesn't really fully close nor fully open, so would have to be displayed as it is.
It's been a bit of a running joke in this house since I retired, that I have trouble remembering what day of the week it is - since I don't have the framework of a working week/weekend any longer. I saw a clock on Facebook for elderly people that says the day of the week, and joked about it to DH. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised it would actually be useful. So I have bought one - embarrassingly it is marketed as a clock for dementia sufferers. I'm not that far gone. But I'm appreciating being able to easily see the date and date of the week at a glance. I probably don't need to be told that it's afternoon or early evening or whatever - not yet anyway.
Sunday, 11 January 2026
Airing of the quilts
The UK has been in a prolonged cold snap, and even where we live, it has been dropping down to minus 2C on a few days - we even had a dusting of snow which lasted a few days.
It just makes going outside very unattractive (so no garden tidying) and even the cold basement is not appealing (so not much sewing or dollshousing), and in general I feel a bit sluggish.
I did however stir myself to empty out the attic quilt cupboards for the c. biennial airing of the quilts. The quickest route to the spare bedroom is to dump all the quilts down the stairwell first, and then start carrying them along the hall to spread them out on the spare bed to relax flat for a few weeks. DH helped me spread them all out and only asked once how many I have.
The answer probably is 'too many', and I am guiltily conscious that this isn't even all of them - there are three more in the quilting queue, and at least three downstairs waiting for binding, plus the ones we are using on beds etc. Yes I have given quilts away to DS, and to Project Linus, and have sold a few. But basically my output vastly exceeds my needs. Which makes me feel conflicted, but then nobody tells a painter that they can't paint any more paintings because they have too many already. Making quilts is a process of creativity and artistic expression as well.
I'm almost finished the Baptist Fan quilting on the frame, I just have one more partial row to do. I have once again run into the issue of the ruler balancing on the row of attachment pins, but I've rolled the quilt as far forward as possible which is helping. Meanwhile in the sewing room, I pulled out the big bag of vintage embroideries that I collected several years ago after seeing some quilts online made from vintage linens. I put them through the washing machine (no colour runs thankfully) and ironed them all in preparation for starting the project. First I'm thinking I am going to sash the Gail Pan embroidered blocks quilt, and am waiting for a delivery of a Tilda solid that I hope is going to work. It would be good to get that all finished before taking over the sewing room for the vintage linen quilt.
I did finish the Japanese decorated fan kit that I was working on, it's so colourful with so many Japanese motifs. A lot of fiddly work but I'm pleased with the outcome. It's a nice souvenir of Japan.
I finished the Christmas sampler I was stitching. By chance I found an old frame in a skip that was just the right size, which I sprayed grey and then applied some crackling medium, before painting white over that. It makes a nice 'frosted' setting for the stitching. Very festive.
I've done a few bits of papercraft this week. I followed a video tutorial to make a small journal out of four business envelopes - which I tea-dyed and then ran through my little embossing machine. It has a single signature of mixed pages from my natural dyed stash.




















































