Things have been a little slow around here this week, I was so busy last week my body has told me to take it easy. While sitting on the lounge yesterday I designed the label for my sisters quilt, something pretty to match the quilt top, which is of fairies. Yes, I did say fairies, my sister is fairy mad, everything fairies, jewelery, ceramics, paintings, furnishings. It started in her bedroom but has now invaded the whole house, including the bathroom. This has taken me awhile to complete, I was planning on having it finished for her 50th birthday, but then decided to embroider and stitch some beading on the panels. She has beeen very patient, especially as she celebrated her 53rd birthday this year. Illness has also played a part in why there has been a delay in the making of this quilt. I have given her a
preview as I was sewing the top and I know she will be excited to receive this. The wording on the quilt label is something I read recently, I have changed the wording slightly, I am so sorry I don't know the author of this or would give credit where due.
Wednesday, 25 September 2013
|Casey in 2009 aged 12 years|
Monday, 23 September 2013
|White (Albino) kangaroos|
|Giant Koala at Dadwells bridge|
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
I spend a lot of time with the son who does everything, not as much as I used to now that he is working full time again, but I still see him almost everyday. This son became a stay at home dad when his youngest son Connor was still a baby, so his wife could go to University and obtain a teaching degree. When it was time for him to re-enter the workforce he found this had disadvantaged his chances of obtaining work. Well, he now has a job and I take Connor to school and collect him in the afternoon, then I usually sit with him and his fifteen year old brother Ryan until my son and daughter-in-law return from work. As you may know my health is not so good, my son often checks on me to make sure I'm ok, as well as always doing odd jobs for me. They have just bought their first house, on a very large block, and they have given me a proposition to think over. Would I move into a unit on their property, it would benefit both of us, me because I'm getting older, and he will know I'm safe, and for them as someone to help with the care of their children while they both work. This is a big decision, I would have my own space but be close by, I know we all have to face the reality that we grow old and the consequences of that, this is would be a better option than a nursing home, which is something I do not want to think about. I have some thinking to do and maybe I will talk this over with my sisters.
Sunday, 15 September 2013
I opened the mail box this morning to find a large envelope jammed inside, on opening the parcel I was excited to find the cutest mouse pad- rug I've ever seen. I realised this, along with a bookmark are gifts from my youngest daughter, she asked me if I had received any mail on Friday and now I know why. Thankyou my sweet girl, I love them and will think of you when I use them. The mat is a miniture version of a William Morris Carpet called "Holland Park", designed in Britian between 1834-1896. William Morris was one of the founders of the Arts and Crafts movement , the original can be found in the The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. I often come across fabric reproductions of William Morris designs, as a matter of fact one of my friends is a huge fan of everything William Morris and has completed some beautiful quilts using these fabrics. This morning I was expecting a sleep in, no school pickup today, but my phone rang a little after 7am, my eldest daughter wanted me to collect Deacon from day-care, apparently the floors at the centre had been stripped and cleaned over the weekend. The fumes were so strong that children and staff were being affected by them, the centre would have to be evacuted until it cleared, so I quickly dressed and drove to pick him up, when I arrived about 7-45am only a handful of children were left there. My daughters partner had a half day today so he has just taken him home for the rest of the day, I now have the rest of the day to myself.
|my place at the quilt-in|
|Block three "Butterfly Garden" by Leanne Beasley|
that is what I expected when I started.