a month of sundays
I fell in love with a baby on the job. Shoot and cuddle, shoot and cuddle. Me an' the kid on the porch swing nibbling homemade shortbread with cocoa nibs (shhh) while my camera downloaded x thousand more frames for his talented mother's new book, my first solo photography credit.
Late last spring, I stayed in Calgary with my brother for a week but we only got out for fifteen minutes of prairie sushi. I was a working phantom. My camera smelled like burnt plastic. I've never shot so much in my life. 8-10 shoots every day, each with different setups, locations, and people, all of which Cheryl and I styled and collaborated on. Her book stacks up countless weekends and inspirations for modern quilters: dinner parties, treasure-hunting, scrappy knees, painting, afternoon projects, forest walks, impromptu parades, raspberry custard, vintage bikes, and, god knows, quilts. Great big huge warm art that I am bred to deeply appreciate, being the proud daughter of a quilter myself.
Find out more about Cheryl's work here, and follow her sewing at Dining Room Empire. A Month of Sundays is on the Stash Books layout table right now—this summer, it hits the shelves. Pre-order here. In the meantime, here are a few moments—some landed in the book, some on the floor. We offered up a lot, like a stack of cut triangles, and who knows which ones will be incorporated from the felt board... but look. It was a wealth of beautiful light, contemporary and brilliant pattern and colour design, heaps and heaps of fat quarters and cotton bundles, and good food and play. Just like home.
I'm blessed to be able to work with gifted, creative people in unexpected and wonderful ways. Sometimes there's blue ice cream. Sometimes there's a yummy little bald head to nose up against.
Many congratulations to Stash Books and to Cheryl, quilt artist. She unfurled a gigantic excel spreadsheet like Santa's naughty list. We got through it all! We did it, and it's about to exist. These are lucky days.