A fresh wind

Have a look at those gorgeous tiles: an entire wall in the entry of a Paris building from the turn of the century.
Normally you can not enter a building without knowing the doorcode.
Doorcodes are a disaster for me, i'm soooo curious, but i do agree, for safety it's necessary.
As the postman just came out, i slipped inside and took these pics.
The hall was not large enough to take the whole wall, but i'm happy to show you these details.
Jugendstil period i suppose.

A junkshop find from heaven knows where, the background is velvet, punchneedled, bold colors.

Folk art from eastern Europe?

I payed 1 euro 50 for it, which is quite a good deal i think!

Just a litle bunch of nine patches, but not a clear destination.

Always good to have at hand on a rainy winterday.

I had a subscription for swatches at Vintage and Vogue for quite a long time, and i used some of those to make them.

I made this top last week:

the blocks were made a few months ago, with dutch fabric from Den Haan en Wagenmakers.

The big triangles a junkshop find, kind of chinoiserie.

The sashings were destinated for the crumb diamonds i showed a while a go, but his seems a far more better use to me.

I'm happy with the blended effect, inspired by a quilt from the American Museum in Bath, UK.

I was happy to spend a moment with you, but go back to the clutterfight right now for an hour or two.

Will in Paris.