Sunday, October 16, 2011

Thanks Norma and the NZ Quilter!


TIRELESS TEACHER
Natalie Murdoch shares her quilt haven with Norma Slabbert of NZ Quilter

Natalie Murdoch is living the quilt dream; in splendid isolation, solitude, and silence. That is, when she hasn’t got company. However, company has a way of always finding a warm and generous quilter – even at the remote intersection of State Highways 2 and 27.

While many quilters just dream of swapping city life for that country cottage on the hill where you can quilt all day, Natalie has actually done it. Six years ago. The city, Auckland; the country cottage, in Mangatarata, on the Hauraki Plains.

In a brave effort to move forward in life and with a clear plan in mind, Natalie was looking for a property that was different. “Something on a crossroads because that was where I was in my life.”

She found an old brick church – sans spire, bell tower or stained glass windows – near the Firth of Thames. The cross, high walls, and great location cast a spell and she moved in. After living in Auckland for 35 years, “It was something of a home-coming.”

The old church became her living and working space while the builders sandwiched a cottage to the church. All Natalie’s dreams came together in a cottage with dusky Parisian pink wood panelling. The cottage was purpose built for retreats and the loggia that connects it to the church is a good place to eat, relax, or for al fresco sewing.

Once the cottage was finished, Natalie established Wholly Quilts – a venture that could never have been called anything else. Conveniently halfway between Auckland, Hamilton, and Tauranga, Wholly Quilts offers quilt retreats, workshops, as well as quilt get-togethers in the old church that also houses Natalie’s quilt collection, shop, studio, and classroom.

Natalie plans the retreats and designs the classes and meals to suit individual needs. Accommodation is on the upper floor of the cottage with a view over gentle rolling hills and green pasture land. And the bedding: her colourful quilts.

The church is open to visitors when Natalie is at home, or by appointment. And while visitors may enter as guests of past generations, the quilts carpeting the walls are contemporary and permit full colour dreams and aspirations. However, you soon realise that Natalie does not show her quilts to shine. It is all about teaching.

A born teacher, Natalie has been on the teaching faculty of the past six (nine with a gap for Auck as I was it’s convenor?) national symposia. “I don’t know any other way of sharing. What is the use of all the knowledge I have garnered over the years if not to share?”

Her favourite part of teaching is, “Watching the light come on as they (the students) get a handle on the technique, colour, or pattern.” During a gallery tour, Natalie switches on the lights. No, she does not wash all new fabrics. No, less is not more; more fabric creates depth of colour and cover weak spots. No, the stipple (I don’t like this word cos it denotes squiggles and I don’t do that style or suggest it to students) quilting came first and then the appliqué. Yes, she uses zigzag stitches to appliqué, because it is more forgiving than satin stitch. And no, she does not fold or roll a quilt before storage; she bundles it in her arms, gives it a firm hug, and pushes it into a bulging cupboard. No, it’s not sloppy; it prevents permanent folds.

When she talks about individual quilts, she skips the fluff and talks technique; the essence that defines her as a teacher. Most of her classes grew out of her love of scrap quilts and she says, “It is easier to make a truly scrappy quilt with more, rather than less, fabric choices.” Bright Eyes confirms this. “Scraps again, using paper base and the sew-and-flip method of string-piecing. Use the phone book because the light weight paper is easy to remove.”

Bloomin’ Nine Patch is a simple colour wash quilt, using only seven fabrics. The mottled fabrics blend into each other and create a subtle and nuanced contrast. Natalie says the secret is to choose fabrics that bleed into the next one. She has permission from Blanche Young – original designer of the Blooming Nine Patch – to teach this class in New Zealand.

Bush Shapes refers to Natalie’s previous life in a native bush block. The quilt celebrates New Zealand natives with many techniques including; curved piecing, appliqué, raw-edged weaving, trapunto, and free-motion quilting.

Climate Change showcases three different types of appliqué including three dimensional leaves that were sewn on a base of tulle.

In The Campbells are Coming Natalie replicates the woven grid of tartans or plaids. She full stops it with a thistle and says, “Most New Zealanders have a Scottish link.”

Deco Décor was inspired by an old 1920s cut velvet cushion cover. In deep plum the quilt confirms Natalie’s love of pink – from baby to burgundy – and all the shades in between. A love that extends to her house and her feminine vintage bedroom where she displays a sumptuous rose, olive green, and pale blue wall quilt in silk, velvet, satin, jacquard, and merino jersey.

Natalie made the quilt blocks while her friends and family embellished it with embroidery, lace, ribbon, and gold trinkets – to celebrate her 60th birthday. The heirloom quilt reveals that Natalie was born on Christmas Day and that her true passions are needlework and gardening.

In contrast, a small army of bright blue and red toy soldiers and nutcrackers guard the bedroom. The soldiers come from all over the world, and Natalie says, “Well I could say I always fancied a man in uniform…” The collection highlights a playful wit and whimsy side – often seen in Natalie’s quilts such as Fisher Boy. In delightful colouring book style, the quilt is appliquéd with her signature small black zigzag stitches and then coloured with a black fabric pen for definition.

Autumn on Highway 6 is a striking batik quilt with unique quilting. “The glorious colours of autumn. As I walked along part of this road to take the initial photographs, I noticed a hubcap on the side of the road. The form inspired the shapes.” Natalie quilts the word, hubcaps, repeatedly all over the quilt with free-motion stitching. Remember doing lines at school?

Pursuing autumn colours is nothing new to Natalie. She grew up in Nelson with three siblings, a father who was a professional photographer, and a mother who made bridal gowns.

Always in search of the perfect photograph, the family chased autumn colours and water reflections around the South Island. “All done on black and white film, but the colour created great grey scale and depth.” Something that still informs Natalie’s work.

She learnt to take notice of her surroundings during these sometimes epic journeys and her father encouraged her to express it in words and to start a career as a journalist cadet on the Evening Post in Wellington. She progressed to manager of Newsbrief in Auckland before she retired.

Natalie’s love of words grew from her father and her career. Her Wholly Quilts newsletter and blog entertains and informs. It sings the joy of a self sufficient country life, shares some recipes, and paints an accurate picture of a packed pantry with jams, jellies, dried produce - tomatoes, berries, pickled onions, persimmons, feijoas, figs, tamarillos, mushrooms, chillies and orange, lime, and lemon marmalades. The result of Natalie’s passionate edible gardening in the Pumpkin Patch.

While she modestly says, “Wholly Quilts has enabled me to bring all my passions together in one place – quilting, teaching, writing, gardening, and cooking”, Natalie actually makes a powerful statement on dreams, choices, resilience, self- reliance, life-long learning, a creative life, and quilting as a career. In addition, she reclaims the right to be feminine with her pink house.


Tuesday, October 04, 2011

the big speech...


Dunedin NZ September 2011...

"Thank you so much for inviting me here – I think.

When I first got the invitation I ‘wasgunna’ get really organised and talk about all sorts of things. Who am I kidding – I’ve never done this before!

It is close to 47 years since I was last in this city. Then I was playing representative basketball at the national championships. I know. I used to be tall but time and gravity got to me ..

I wasgunna lose some weight – yeah right – so I would at least be confident about standing in front of you all. The thought that I might need a little extra for warmth down here in the deep south is one pathetic excuse I used. Let’s face it I gave up smoking over 20 years ago and that was simple compared to giving up food. So now I stand in front of you looking pretty much as I have always looked – warm and cuddly.

I decided that it would be easy if I talked about something I know really well – me! Me. But that wouldn’t necessarily interest you. So the next best thing is quilting - quilting and my quilt journey.

I wasgunna tell you how I began my quilting experience but that was many moons ago and so-o much has happened since - the details no longer matter. Suffice to say that I started that first quilt the day after my husband walked out and finished it ten days later. Yep, hand quilted and binding on. I then had something that didn’t drink or gamble BUT something that kept me warm – and totally occupied. My first quilt.

I worked with a lovely lady who got me hooked. Sometimes these days I go to a quilt meeting and I feel as though I should take the pledge – you know stand up in front and say ‘hello my name is Natalie and I’m a quilter’

Anyway that first quilt was a rail fence pattern and each day Yvonne sent me home to wash n iron, sew n iron, cut n sew n iron, you get the idea? Ten days later I had been taught some important lessons that still apply to all my patchwork and quilting – iron n iron n iron.

When I think about it - seams on patchwork are about all I do iron these days. It’s amazing how well body heat copes with the creases in your clothing. And I don’t necessarily wash the fabrics first anymore though sometimes the blues and reds look suspiciously like runners.

A few weeks ago I was interviewed and I was asked if I began sewing as a child. Nope. My parents were the ‘oh give it to me’ variety so I spent my childhood watching them being very clever with form, colour, balance and technique. My dad was a professional photographer and mum made pin money sewing. I watched.

I grew up in Nelson. During the May school holidays way back Dad would pack us up in trusty old Vanguard and we would trek around the South Island looking for autumn colours to photograph. Dad drove as if it was an off-roader and we went places no-man had gone before often getting stuck (all four kids piled onto the bonnet of the car and mum pushing) you get the picture.

Dad carried a rake in the car boot. With this he could clear the foreground or hook a branch down to balance the skyline. Landscape photography was his passion. He kept a weather eye out – the sun made the shadows stronger, the rain or dull days soften outlines. And I watched.

It wasn’t until relatively recently that it occurred to me that Dad was using black and white film. His balance of form and light, the contrasting grey-scale and his abiding passion made masterpieces of his photography. I had watched and learned.

50 years ago I can remember Mum getting a Bernina sewing machine for Christmas (she and I share that day with our birthdays) and she cried all day. I can never remember using it. It was my job to pick up the pins after a session on the most recent bridal gown. So I watched.

The first thing I ever put on time payment when I left home and went to work was a sewing machine. It cost three guineas but enabled me to sew clothing – I knew how cos I had watched and learned.

There is one regret I have from those early days of watching and learning – I shoulda done more of it during my maths classes. If only I had known - I coulda used all those fractions and geometry equations for quilting.

As I told you earlier my first quilt was made 21 years ago. And I was immediately drawn to this great craft – I think I have one of those addictive personalities (you know food …).

Within a couple of years I was teaching. Why should I not share all of this wonderful new knowledge I had?

I love scrappy quilts. The more fabrics you can use the better the nasties look and we all somehow get those nasties in our collection. I have a scrap basket that is yeah tall and about this wide and it is permanently full. A recent club visit to my studio saw at least eight plastic bags full go out the door and the basket was still full.

I’m working on it’s secret – how to grow the stash without really trying. For the recipe I have got as far as: Take one large container and add scraps at will. Then rummage and fondle until frayed edges appear. Leave to rise adding when finished with a project or tidying up the studio. Now you sort out sufficient scraps to make a quilt and watch carefully. The level does not go down. In fact if you have measured carefully you will see it has, if anything, risen.

And you know another thing – not all the fabric in there is familiar. Haven’t discovered what causes the immigrants to the stash but unless they start getting really ugly then all are welcome.

Oh sure I recently found a piece of my very first quilt but some of the others …

On my first visit to Dallas way back, I was standing in front of an oil painting by a well-known French artist (I can’t remember his name – I have trouble with my own at times, so I can’t drop that one into the story). The docent said ‘turn to the left and look at that landscape down there. Now compare the two’.

She gave me an important colour lesson right there. The well-known and talented in front of me was stunning with layers of colour (I mean for example blues - lots of them in the sky) creating depth and dimension whilst the one to the left (painted by Sir Winston Churchill) looked like a water-colour. He was gifted but not with applying colour. Since then I have used more, much more, colour and fabric to achieve the depth and tone in my quilts.

In one of my early scraps classes the tutor was very proud of the fact that she and we had used ‘up to 20 different fabrics’. These days that is a sort of pfft – 120 is not a record but who is counting?

One of my favourite quilts was styled on a lavender bush. I sat among my scrap collection and thought lavender bush and was amazed at how many colours I pulled out – lavender through to purple, dusky blues through to periwinkle and then there are all the soft greens from sage through to the dark bottle green. The complete quilt made a great wedding gift and I had the dual pleasure of giving (as we all do with our quilts) and then watching the basket for the miracle of multiplying fabrics.

These days my studio is a little old brick church – I’d like to tell you about the bell tower, steeple and stained-glass windows but it would all be lies and it is a church we are talking about here. A little brick church with a cross on the outside wall and inside a wintery chill factor to keep the congregation awake. I think perhaps my father had some (posthumous) influence. He did try to get me to go to church every Sunday way back – now I go every day. I have a benevolent-looking self-portrait of him high on the wall watching. No I don’t think he is learning very much though

Anyway the studio has a high wooden ceiling with exposed beams that do nothing much except give the birds somewhere to perch when they come in and the cobwebs something to hang from – both spiders and birds know I can’t reach them. What it does have are nine foot high walls that are just great for hanging quilts. I initially thought they would work like tapestries did in old castles – at least keep the cold at bay. Not so. In the middle of winter the windows get condensation on the outside cos it’s warmer out there.

It is though an inspirational space to work in.

And what else could you call such a place but Wholly Quilts

I bought the church six years ago and built a house right on its hip. Now I run retreats from there and absolutely love having guests in my space – I’d like to think I they learn heaps while with me cos I certainly learn from every class and retreat.

Mangatarata, my home ‘town’, is an hour or so from Auckland, Hamilton and a little bit longer to Tauranga and Rotorua – like a major crossroads at the top end of the Hauraki Plains. I am surrounded by beautiful dairy country and get great satisfaction from my edible garden which has evolved from the old church car park.

Gardening is so like patchwork – you take some scraps (seeds or cuttings) and they grown to something useful and beautiful.

Cooking is the same – take some scraps (ingredients) and make appetising and comforting food.

I could go on – you can tell I am just as enthusiastic about gardening and cooking as I am about quilting – why else would I set up a retreat. It is not to pamper my guests but pure indulgence.

One of the best things about my quilting is that I have built-in appreciation with my kids. Always have had. Three young adults that are fabulous, encouraging and always there for me – how good is that. They even fight over whose turn is it for the next quilt and I cannot ask my daughter what to call a quilts cos her standard answer is ‘mine’

I am surrounded every day by my quilts, my friends, my garden and my cooking – I’d like to make a very profound statement about my lifestyle but the only metaphor that comes to mind is I am like a pig in muck – maybe snug as a bug in a rug is more appropriate.

I hope you have managed to nudge your neighbours awake while I’ve been talking.

I am going to show you a few of my quilts but it is with a huge apology cos I have one quilt presently hanging in the On the Surface challenge for the Aotearoa Quilters. I have another three heading to Hamilton for the Craft show next weekend and I have seven having their photos taken for my feature in next month’s NZ Quilter.

After quilting for 21 years you would think it possible to find a reasonable selection to bring down here. I left all the big ones back at home – nine beds in the house have at least three quilts each but they were ruled out by their size so these ones cover a few years of my quilting journey."

thus endeth the speech
October 2011 Newsletter


G’day
Well I have done my big OE (to Dunedin) and can’t for the life of me think of any reason to be nervous about it all. I met a lovely group of ladies and was treated right-royally.
Coming back to a very busy month threw me off and I can’t even blame jet-lag J
I have well and truly missed the beginning of the month with all my projects and mail-outs too. So much so that was rushing to finish the next step in my project and have turned my ‘tree of life’ on its head. Will photograph it for the instructions and then unpick.
It seems that spring is a time to start new projects, finish the old and even abandon a couple. Was talking to a friend at a recent gathering and we decided that if you weren’t enjoying your quilting (or anything else you’re doing) then stop and go in a different direction – seems like a good plan to me.
So that flower creation can go ‘away’ and maybe never see the light of day again. I had got as far as the brick wall on it and in other ways too. I think my next quilt is back to scraps while I regroup.

The Pumpkin Patch is green and weedy and I feel like the neighboring cows when I go out to ‘graze’ and pick the salad greens and herbs – I mean very contented with my lot not chewing etc.
Apart from said greens and lots of herbs everything else has flowers to indicate what is to come – strawberries, cherries, plums, apples etc – but not much to eat right now.
The last of the limes and lemons are hanging in there.
I was going through my ‘brown recipe book’ (have I told you that I think that is probably my only possession that my kids are going to fight over when I go to that batting cloud in the sky – never mind the quilts) to find a recipe for you when I came across this oldie.
I don’t dare put it anywhere near the chopping block but I have to confess to liking it when I was about eight. An American family friend came to a picnic with us and brought along her special salad. Wait for it!!

Lime Salad – 2 pkts lime jelly, two bottles lime fizz, one large tin apple sauce. Heat sauce to boiling; add other ingredients and leave to set. Serve with chicken. Mmmm!

I bet the kid’s don’t even know that one is in there.

The Chopping Block was busy last month making marmalade and you really can’t go past an old Aunt Daisy goody. She called it Citron Marmalade and used citrons which I don’t know so I substituted limes.

Slice finely two citrons, 2 lemons and 2 sweet oranges. Well cover with water – about 15 cups. Soak for 2 days. Measure by cups. Boil until tender and beginning to colour. Add cup for cup of sugar and boil till set. Simple and yummy!


Regards
Natalie