Quilting words and one last wedding

For the last five years Mr Welch and I have photographed weddings. Yesterday we did our last one. We’re hanging up our cameras as the weekends are just too precious. The thing I’ll miss most is probably the opportunity to see inside people’s houses. It’s quite fascinating really, how people decorate.

Anyway, whilst heading to the Bride’s house for the preparation photos we drove past a sign for Tudor Rose Patchwork. I practically jumped up and down in my seat, begging for Mr Welch to pull over, which he did. Good old Mr Welch. He elected to stay in the car as I pottered through the bolts of cloth and tables, every surface covered with pristine folded fabric. Fat Quarters. Fat Eighths. Jelly Rolls. Charm Packs. Layer Cakes. Freedom Rolls. Strips. Remnants. Big Fat Bolts. Mmm…quilting vernacular…how I love thee. As I can’t help myself I bought of quarter packs and some new Creative Grids┬árulers for triangular cutting. Perhaps I’ll make a little video tutorial once I’ve figured out how to use them.

It was a very functional shop. It had a huge stock and had lots of things I’d never seen before, but it lacked the magic that some other quilt shops have. I can’t understand why, if you have the kind of window-display fodder that a quilt and craft shop has, why you wouldn’t use it. Fill a giant fishbowl full of those jewel coloured bobbins. Sew your own bunting, rather than rely on the black-and-beige plastic set you got free from your sewing machine supplier. Hang hundreds of pairs of pastel, polka-dotted embroidery scissors from some of that almost invisible nylon thread. Instead, in the huge windows was a swathe of net curtain, with a smattering of fading 90s-esque promotional posters.

I don’t wish to be mean. They were lovely ladies that I spoke to behind the counter. It was just a bit of a shame, is all, and if you’re ever on the outskirts of Bedford (see rubbish map above) I recommend a visit. Their Fat Quarters Pick ‘n Mix table is a joy to behold. More like this please.