Sunday, November 29, 2020
"QUEEN MARY'S GARDEN" © 2019 - Blocks 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29
When last we talked about Mary Queen of Scots, she was a widow and Dowager Queen of France. She had married the younger Dauphin, Frances, son of King Francis, whom she had grown up around and liked very much.
Due to her mother's place in the French court, Mary had been sent at a young age, from Scotland, to be raised in the "royal nursery" of France. That is where Mary knew and got close to the young Dauphin. Here she was "finished" and polished as she grew up (the Scots were considered course in manner with speech and accent undignified.)
With her young husband, she was to be queen, but when he died, she was named the Dowager Queen. Then her father-in-law died, and HIS wife, Catherine de Medici also became Dowager Queen.
Mom, Marie de Guise, had stayed in Scotland separated from her daughter, as Regent, a "place keeper" for Mary. Mary Queen of Scots had been Scotland's rightful queen since 9 months of age (her father died when she was 6 days old and she was, at that time, named as eventual queen. Her dad had never even laid eyes on her.
Time to sneak back into Scotland (the English didn't want her returning to be queen of Scotland.) Mary, by birth, also had a claim to the English throne, but that is a whole other story.
ROW ONE of "Mary's Flower Garden" is all stitched up. Also, six new blocks to complete the row.
Some time ago, I made and installed a new and improved design wall downstairs near the quilt cave. BUT, I recently brought the two old, saved pieces of design wall (from our Michigan to Alabama move) up to our large bedroom. (I have started to take over the bedroom as well as the downstairs, ha!) I just stand them up wherever they are out of the way at the time (I keep moving them around the room).
Golden Tulip
Moss Rose
It's really starting to get fun and ever-so-much-more motivating to see it all coming together!
Having to walk by (or trip over) the boards all the time reminds me that I should be putting Mary ahead of housework, etc.
The 16th century embroidered pieces and collections of slips were worked butted up against each other on a single piece of waste canvas to be lifted and appliqued on clothing, extensive bedding, etc. Therefore, the multi-slip, possibly unfinished pieces could have been small wall hangings, incomplete and waiting for borders. To me, this is unlikely. Why cram them together?
Even the slips of the first example are kind of close together. The next two, with the repeated pears and blue flowers, seem to be worked lifting and applying to some kind of soft furnishing.
I guess everyone who inked the images on waste canvas had a different idea.
The multiple directions of slips or "little flowers" pictured below show its probable future of utility purpose.
The motifs were worked this way to save canvas and make it possible to work them comfortably using a hoop in the lap rather then a floor frame. This made it easier to gather in little groups and enjoy castle gossip and rumors/stories of intrigues.
Background fabric was usually heavy wool or velvet. Stony Scottish castles are damp, drafty, and cold!
(The caption above attributes Mary as the actual maker and talks about the "little flowers," or slips.)
ROW TWO is coming up next...so excited!
In stitches,
Teresa, Queen of Quilt Cave
On another thread...
We still hanging out and isolating in NW Alabama. Riley came home from Atlanta for a couple of days at Thanksgiving. We were distanced and not hugging (frowny face), and she insisted that we wear masks the whole time (she's afraid she is going to kill her old parents).
(will most likely be our Christmas card picture...second chin tucks right in there and my Covid-19 moustache/beard is hidden)
I will, most likely, mentally associate every individual block I've stitched on this "Mary" project since February with a movie or TV show (including episode, mind you.) Thank you Netflix, Amazon Prime, etc.
Do you do that? I usually remember a general period of time with a quilt, but this is excessive!
Carve out some December for yourself! I am, come Hell or high water.
Saturday, October 10, 2020
"QUEEN MARY'S GARDEN" © 2019 - Blocks 21, 22, 23
Mary Queen of Scots, in a dress that I frankly don't understand, LOL. What's with the lace, seemingly attached to nothing?
More QUEEN MARY'S GARDEN blocks! I'm on a roll now.
Crab Lily

Bearss Lime

It feels good to to finish so many blocks lately. I'm working on finalizing the design for a border. Getting that narrowed down has given me some momentum on the blocks. Yahoo!
I'm trying to carve out sewing time FIRST, which is hard to do. Putting on proverbial blinders is currently working. Again, yahoo!
In stitches,
Teresa :o)
Thursday, October 8, 2020
"QUEEN MARY'S GARDEN" © 2019 - Blocks 18, 19, 20
Baby Mary Queen of Scots
More blocks from my QUEEN MARY'S GARDEN project! (it's about time...)
Brown-Eyed Susan
Millifiore Peony
Jonquilia Daffodil
More to come very soon...I have been stitching up a storm!
In Stitches,
Teresa :o)
Friday, August 7, 2020
"QUEEN MARY'S GARDEN" © 2019 - Blocks 15, 16, 17
After Mary's marriage to Francis, Dauphin of France, she was not just Queen of Scotland, she was the French Dauphiness. The depiction of Mary, above, contains the symbols of both Scotland and France. Crests of each country appeared on linens, silver, banners, tapestries, etc.
It was the beginning of a new wave of creativity in France due to the influence of the Italian Renaissance. This was helped along by Queen Catherine de Medici, of Italian descent.

New design was partially influenced by recently published Italian books of natural history. These books were based on scientific observation of plants and animals, rather than on the myths of the Middle Ages. The books contained realistic pictures made from woodcuts. Frenchmen followed with similar efforts published in French.

Only a year or so after Frances and Mary's wedding, Henry II's (father to Frances), died a tragic and premature death. Frances would ascend to the throne of France when of age, with his mother, Catherine de Medici named Regent until he was of age.
The year 1560 continued to provide sorrow for Mary. Her mother, Regent of Scotland, died leaving Scotland's future in limbo. Then, at the end of the year, Mary's frail husband died of a chill following hunting.
Marie de Guise, Mary's mother

Francis's younger brother, Charles IX, would be become king of France when older, with his mother Catherine maintaining the Regency until he was old enough.
After Henry II's premature death, Catherine became the Dowager Queen of France. Now, following the death of Frances, Mary also gained that title of Dowager Queen.
Two Dowager Queens.
Mary could have stayed in France at this time, but decided to return home to Scotland.
The arrows below show the influence for the first two blocks and I made up the third one.
Sherbet Trumpet
Old English Iris
And what is a flower and fruit quilt without my favorite fruit!
Jewel Strawberry
Stay safe out there.
Teresa :o)
Monday, May 18, 2020
Embarrassingly brown thumb and a goat bedtime story and cartoon montage...
I have to say that you're the most gracious, kind people on the planet!
With much kindness and deep appreciation of your sincerity, I laughed so hard when I saw that some of you thought I actually grow produce right now! Actually my husband was laughing harder, and I (acting like he had hurt my feelings), was nearly peeing my pants from laughing on the inside.
I can grow blueberries, tons of them. Too many years invested in their establishment. We even have some pears and the occasional persimmon, if the deer don't get them...or hobo goats.
If you are near, COME PICK SOME in about 3 weeks!
I go and buy three or four cases of greenish bananas on Wednesday mornings to donate to the Food bank. That's what we are spending that government check until/if Steve is laid off and we need it.
My father had established a practically deer-proof garden plot years ago. It was for vegetables, constructed using tall dog kennel panels. He was a busy doctor, but still took time to grow squash, okra, and string beans. He had a green thumb, but no time. Those veg choices are hardy here, even with random care.
My grandparents had amazing gardens and orchards...they completely lived on the land (they also had a small herd of beef cows for some of their meat). Granddaddy taught Vocational Agriculture at the local county high school.
Their gardening magic didn't wear off on me, though I spent hours and hours helping them when visiting. I helped weed, pick, peel, pare, snap, pickle, blanch, and freeze/can.
I also learned how to sun dry apple slices on a scrap piece of corrugated barn roofing sheet metal on the bed of an old pick-up truck out back. How about that. (My Grandmother made the BEST hand pies from these, year round.)
Anyway, I wish I had a "before" picture of the enclosure. I was really embarrassed of it's state of being...how many of us take pictures to intentionally share honest pictures of things that shame us? Having a garden is not at the top of the to-do list. And the wild stuff slowly continued to grow.
No matter how hard I work, it always seems like I am chasing something beyond my ability. The enclosure is completely grown over with volunteer trees, large bushes, wild blackberry vines, huge thorn vines, honeysuckle, wild grapevine, etc. Vines are even weaving in and out of the chain link panels.
Lovely.
On a side note, stop reading right now if you don't like a good hobo goat bedtime story from last June-July...
Hobo goats are one of the uninvited scourges of rural living. There is a U-shaped end of our valley (with a sheer, rocky, 30-ft drop between our property and some goats). That means, there are two 30-ft drops between us and neighbors "across the holler."
A big, bad Billy from "over thar" escaped with four nannies in tow. They actually went down the far side and up on this side. I don't know how.
I saw the goats here off and on for almost two weeks before I decided they weren't leaving. Of course Steve was up north with his dad for several weeks. I put some poster signs out at the main road with my phone number. Since I wasn't trying to shoot them, they obviously took that as a welcome mat and felt at home despite my metal pot and spoon.
A neighbor (of a girlfriend, of a sister, of a guy's sister-in-law) saw the poster and called the "owner," Mike. After a week of the goats missing, he had figured a wolf or a bob cat had gotten to them and he had stopped looking.
Even though we are close "as the crow flies," by pick-up truck it is a little of a drive. I don't think it occurred to him that Billy would lead his harem over to our side of the mountain.
On a side note, stop reading right now if you don't like a good hobo goat bedtime story from last June-July...
Hobo goats are one of the uninvited scourges of rural living. There is a U-shaped end of our valley (with a sheer, rocky, 30-ft drop between our property and some goats). That means, there are two 30-ft drops between us and neighbors "across the holler."
A big, bad Billy from "over thar" escaped with four nannies in tow. They actually went down the far side and up on this side. I don't know how.
I saw the goats here off and on for almost two weeks before I decided they weren't leaving. Of course Steve was up north with his dad for several weeks. I put some poster signs out at the main road with my phone number. Since I wasn't trying to shoot them, they obviously took that as a welcome mat and felt at home despite my metal pot and spoon.
A neighbor (of a girlfriend, of a sister, of a guy's sister-in-law) saw the poster and called the "owner," Mike. After a week of the goats missing, he had figured a wolf or a bob cat had gotten to them and he had stopped looking.
Even though we are close "as the crow flies," by pick-up truck it is a little of a drive. I don't think it occurred to him that Billy would lead his harem over to our side of the mountain.
Meanwhile, those darn walking garbage disposals ate pears, little apples, persimmons, and iris blades. They broke off both of the little apple trees, AT THE TRUNK. They also broke most of the limbs on the larger apple, broke the trunk of a crepe myrtle I had been nursing, and did damage to the pear and persimmon trees, breaking bottom limbs getting the upper fruit.
Billy was a big, tall, old fool. He knocked fruit off the trees for his four girlfriends.
We had a few, poorly-producing blueberry bushes that my parents had planted twenty years ago. They were planted too near the house before a surrounding tree canopy grew. Those idiot hobos ate those struggling berry bushes to the ground.
Monday, May 11, 2020
"QUEEN MARY'S GARDEN" © 2019 - Blocks 12, 13, and 14
It's an ugly span right now in our present day history. So today I am sticking my head into pretty sand and sharing some more of my plans of a flower garden I am planting for Queen Mary.
The late 16th century and life were constantly filled with threats of violence, war, uncertainty of extended family relations, politics, scheming, intrigue...
If you are a lover and/or a reader of history, you've probably found that stupid humans don't learn from the past and are doomed to make the same dumb mistakes over and over. If history is scrubbed from school curricula and textbooks, we are screwed as a species.
I am finding this is definitely true as I read about Mary Queen of Scots. Discord is caused by differences of opinion/belief and the fear of being forced to live by those "other" beliefs.
Then there is the additional problem of fear of the "other" leading to the need to vanquish that "other."
This scenario is a basic human flaw ad nauseum throughout our history. Even if 99% of a population decides to live and govern with tolerance, acceptance, and trust, it just takes one dumb jerk to speak out against the "other" to raise the fear factor and screw things up royally (you know who you are, English men that lived in the late 1550's).
OK, enter the royals. At the time of the birth of Mary Queen of Scots, there was a great Protestant movement (John Knox and Calvinism) in England. England had been Catholic until the current king, Henry the VIII, was looking for a way to ditch wives without having them beheaded. This move to Protestantism was in discord with the Catholic neighbors, France and Scotland.
Scotland, trying to live independently, was very unhappy by England's interference and attempts to control the Scots. Scotland, England, and France had always lived in a precarious accord for a long time...meanwhile, important marriages were being arranged among the ruling families of all three countries to maintain peace, and in most cases, float a false sense of security and safety.
Mary as a toddler, already in the French royal nursery.
There were too many little royal/noble children predominantly named Catherine, Anne, James, Henry, Mary, Edward, Elizabeth, Frances, and Charles. Very confusing, even when actually studying the charts of lines of succession.
England and Scotland even had a "King James" of some "Roman numeral" on the throne in both countries, at the same time.
It was advantageous, in their planning at the time, to have these woven, international, marital unions for state stability. BUT, once a conflict got sparked by one little insult or false move, it became a regional problem, not just a situation between two countries.
While squabbling, distracted regions become vulnerable to outside interest/attack...and thus the cycle continues. Yawn. Here we go again. Dumb humans.
Mary was born as her father, King James V of Scotland, died suddenly (some say mysteriously) at age thirty. She essentially became "Queen" of Scotland when only six days old.
Shortly after, she was crowned Queen of Scotland at nine months of age. After much ado, her mother, Marie de Guise, became Regent of Scotland and ruled Scotland in Mary's place until the day Mary was old enough to take the throne.
Mary's mother of French descent, Marie de Guise.
Mary was sent to the court of France to live in the Royal Nursery. It was hard for Mary and her mother to be apart. Marie de Guise needed to stay in Scotland, as there was religious/political turmoil encouraged by the Protestant, John Knox and followers. Letters have been found between the two women that are sweet and painful. It was a hardship, especially for Marie, Mary's mother, to live through the separation.
As a result of the conflict, Mary was banned from traveling through England to get to Scotland for visits. It was dangerous for Mary to take a longer route to visit Scotland, even though she was essentially queen.
Also, Mary was to be groomed as the betrothed bride of the son of the King of France...she was to be fluent in French, finished, and encouraged not to speak her course-sounding Scottish brogue.
This is when the "four Maries" came to her in France...these close young ladies/friends came from Scotland and were sent to a convent for a period of time...to tame them, somewhat.
They learned to speak French and had the rough Scottish brogue smoothed. Then, they joined Mary at the French court. There they learned fine embroidery from a certain Abbey where the sisters were the most proficient in the craft fine stitches. They also learned proper lady-like horse riding, behavior of ladies in the French court, and shared palace secrets. They became Mary's life-long friends and inner circle until she died..
Previously, England and Scotland had entered a period of peace, proposed by Henry the VIII of England. This agreement was never really finalized though (religious tensions were building). Some fighting continued between England and Scotland in a small part of Mary's homeland. England had wanted Mary betrothed to King Henry's son and raised in London, as a Protestant. Of course, this was worrisome to Scotland...and France. An alignment with France, also Catholic, had been considered by Scotland as their only way to hold England off and protect Scotland's sovereignty.
Marie de Guise's French family was very close to the royal family of France. With a marital union, certainly the French would come to Scotland's aid. After all, Mary would be queen in both Scotland and France.
She also had a third claim to a throne, in England, but we will get into that at another time.
Scotland's ties to France were strong; both nations were Catholic and Mary's mother and family were a bridge to French King and Queen. It was decided that Mary would indeed grow up in France, first in the Royal Nursery, then at court. Her mother would stay in Scotland as the Regent, a place keeper of the throne for Mary.
This was a very happy time for little Mary. The French court was brilliant and gay, she had lots of royal cousins, and learned languages, riding, embroidery, games, etc. She was a favorite among her cousins as well as her French uncles, Marie's brothers, and the court. This 'Royal Nursery' would travel around with the court to various homes of the crown. Due to her intelligence and disposition (and young age), Mary's uncles would encourage her to speak out and have opinions.
She was betrothed and groomed to marry the Daulphin, Francis (son of the French King, also a Henry).
Dauphin Frances, heir to the French throne.
Francis was two years younger than Mary and had been frail all of his young life. When Mary was sixteen, she was married to Frances. That would have made him fourteen. Wow!
The first portrait at the top of the post depicts very well how young they were when they married.
Pictures of Mary and Frances, as they appeared in Manuscripts.
Usually a Dauphin would marry out of his country, in the homeland of his betrothed. As Mary had been raised in the French court, it was a huge celebration for the country to host the wedding. The pomp and importance was increased due to the fact that she was already Queen of Scotland at this time (with her mother as Regent).
It is noted that she "floated in white satin and lots of diamonds" on her wedding day, April 24, 1558 at the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. She was sixteen years old.
Had enough history for this post? Let's talk about applique.
My inspiration from the embroidered sampler for the next three blocks...
Dianthus Carnation
Chasselas Grape
Ruby Tulip
I am still stewing over the proper setting and border(s) for this project! I have narrowed down the options, but still pondering.
Hmm...
I'm leaning toward no sashing, like the original tapestry, but maybe a little more distance between the blocks. I always do my applique blocks with an over-sized background piece, so I do have a little wiggle room for my final decision.
Keep up the social distancing out there and stay safe! Living out in the middle of nowhere, we unfortunately always do this. It is nice to now have a name for our way of life, ha ha.
In stitches,
Teresa :o)
On another thread...
Well, I've made 91 masks to date for my family! Now it is applique time. I can really tell that I have not been on my sewing machine in a while.
Sew rusty!
But I did get some sewing time with my Featherweight while suffering through the mask making, which was loads of fun. Those Singer work horses are so great at sewing through all the multi-layered fabric pleats on these Covid-19 masks.
I feel so helpless in this national/worldwide crisis. Making the masks and donating cases of produce to our county food bank seem like a drop in the bucket compared to the sacrifices being made by so many health care workers and other essential employees.
My three parents were doctors and a nurse. I am glad that they did not have to work through this Covid crisis. SO scary for medical first responders and their families!
I am grateful to all the people who are working in unsafe circumstances to provide grocery shopping, car gas, mail pick-up and delivery, prescription services, electricity/water flow, management of public safety and fire, internet teaching of children, checking on neighbors, and rolling, packing, shipping, and delivering toilet paper. THANK YOU!!
I just realized there is a huge Scott paper plant five miles to our west in Barton, Alabama. I think they make toilet paper at that facility. We still have a hard time finding fanny ribbon around here and may have to resort to "stormin' the castle" down there if we get desperate, LOL!
I go out about once every 7 days for supplies...usually Wednesdays when I deliver produce to the food bank. I try to do all errands in that one trip to town.
I missed mentioning lots of other helpful folks in my community. It is remarkable how many people we rely on for our everyday level of comfort and support...it embarrasses me that at my age I'm just now figuring this out.
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