Quilt No. 98
June 2014
The Princess and I have spent
quite a few months together, a lot more time than I would have thought even
remotely possible on the first day I laid eyes on her. Of all places, the iconic artwork of Edmund
Dulac showed up on Facebook, a forum
surely never anticipated in 1911 when Mr. Dulac crafted his illustration for the fairy tale The Real Princess.
It’s a fairy tale we’re all
familiar with…a prince longs for a princess to marry – but she can only be a real princess. Even back then it was tough to tell the
phonies from the realies. By chance, on a stormy night, a bedraggled
girl shows up on his castle doorstep, begging for lodging and claiming to be a real princess. As is the prerogative of all mothers who fear
loss of their sons to scheming women, the Queen is suspicious. She can’t creep the girl’s Facebook page or Google her. But she has to
know if the goods are genuine. She devises
a plan, and places a pea under “twenty mattresses and twenty eider-down quilts”
(or twenty feather beds, depending on the version you read). Only a maiden with such a “fine sense of
feeling”, clearly the defining attribute of a real princess, would be able to
detect the pea. In the morning, true to
form, the princess reveals her rightful station by complaining loudly about the
lump in the bed. He married her
immediately. Go figure.
I have my friend Bill to thank for the Facebook posting of the magnificent piece of art that inspired this
quilt. Bill cheerfully (and sometimes
doggedly) lives with quite a few physical challenges. One night he had a particularly bad night
filled with discomfort. He tossed and
turned all night like the poor princess in her pea-ridden bed. He posted the Dulac illustration with his
comments the next morning on Facebook. When I saw the photo of The Princess and the Pea I was a goner. What a quilt she would make! Already the
Princess had become personified in my mind. You can see a picture of the original painting here.
As children we all loved fairly tales. We still love them as adults, but we tend to
forget this. Currently they’re enjoying
a revival in the adult world as film makers have figured out that audiences of
all ages are enthralled by movies and TV series featuring our favourite fairly
tale friends and foes. My Dad read these
stories to me when I was a child. My
mother was more inclined to read to me from The
Galloping Gas Stove, an imaginative concept, but not one that would translate
into a quilt.
You can find The Stories of
Hans Anderson with Illustrations by Edmund Dulac on Project Gutenberg. His Princess illustration is the
frontispiece (a word I don’t get to use nearly often enough) in the book. Edmund Dulac was one of the five major
"Golden Age" gift book illustrators. This was during an era that
began in the early 1900’s when new colour printing techniques first allowed the
mass production of story books with colour plates. Edmund Dulac's talents were such that at age 22 he was
commissioned to do 60 colour illustrations for the collected works of the
Bronte sisters.
It was quite a task to choose all the fabric for such a large
number of mattresses and eider-down quilts.
On my first attempt, I tried to match Dulac’s colour scheme as closely
as I could. What looked fabulous on
canvas looked jarring on a quilt. Without
the subtlety of colour shade adjustment that paint allows, the colours could
not be harmonized. I started over,
eliminating those odd green tones Dulac used so successfully in his painting,
and stayed with pinks and blues for the bedding.
The fun thing about a quilt of
this nature is that you’re not locked into cottons like you would be for a
quilt you that goes on a bed where someone might eat toast, get a fever, or
play trampoline. You can lavish on the satins
(okay, largely satin-like polyesters) and use whatever creates the right
look. It’s liberating to be free of
cotton, a fabric that, in the quilt world, teeters back and forth between the humble
and the snobbish.
The canopy ceiling and the mattresses were all done with a
foundation piecing technique (also know as paper piecing). You draw the pattern of the folds onto a fine
piece of interfacing. Fabrics go on the
front of this. You flip this over and
sew it on the back, along your pattern lines. It’s one of those quilt techniques that’s
easier to do than it is to describe. By
running a line of basting stitches at the “top” and “bottom” of each mattress,
I was able to gather them in prior to stitching them down. A little stuffing (polyester, not feathers) and they have their puffy, mattressy
appeal.
I wasn't going to put all the folds in the canopy ceiling. Gag, what a lot of work! After all, Dulac got to paint them in – he
didn't have to deal with fold after fold of super thin slippery fabric. It seemed too daunting a task, but my sister made me.
She’s older than me, so I have to do what she says. I tried a lot of unsuccessful techniques
before I hit on the foundation piecing technique. Constructing the folded part
of the canopy ceiling (which was later sewn onto the quilt) took over three
hours. And I did not one, but two, of
them. I'm not even counting the "prototype" I practiced on. Don’t ask. But, as always,
my sister was right. It was worth the
effort.
As I anticipated, her face was a challenge. I tried drawing it, and I tried tracing it,
but she inevitably turned out more like the castle gargoyle than a princess. I could not capture her expression, and even
after all the months we’ve spent alone together, I cannot even begin to decipher her expression. Such is the brilliance of Edmund Dulac. She might be exasperated, frightened, exhausted,
frustrated, haughty, humbled, coming down with a touch of ague. I just can’t tell. But what I do know was is that the quilt
would be nothing without preserving that mysterious expression she possesses in
the original painting. To keep it true
to the original I printed her face
out on fabric and used that. I still puzzle over what she’s thinking about each time I look at her.
I also didn't want to do the details on the bedposts. Really, this project was just dragging on and
on. Quilts with more tangible deadlines
kept passing the Princess by in the queue, as they went on to welcome babies,
celebrate birthdays, or comfort a bereaved friend. But when someone near and dear to me (who I
just happen to be married to) insisted that the posts needed the details, I knew he was right. Again.
Dang. The hand embroidery took
just shy of forever, but in the end I was glad I’d been arm-twisted into
it. The Princess deserves the best.
There are many, many artists’ interpretations that accompany
the innumerable versions of Hans Christian Andersens’s story, The Real Princess. They
range from stunning to whimsical to eerie, but I think Edmund Dulac did it
best. I hope he would approve of my
tribute to his superb piece of art. I like to think he would be happy to know
that there is indeed a pea hidden in this quilt. As for the Princess? Well, perhaps she is not so happy to have that
nasty dried up legume in her bed. But
such are the tribulations when you are a real
princess.