A Quilt for Mum

How right that now on this beautiful sunny spring morning, the quilt I have been working on for my mother is finally finished!

 I began it so many months ago, no long after my father's death.
It contains fabrics from Dad's quilt, as well as the three quilts for my children.  It has fabric given to me by my sisters, fabric my mother gave me after a trip to Cairns.  It has a piece of the 80's shorts I wore to the roller disco!  And it also has pieces of one of my Dad's shirts, I've left the buttons and the pocket on.
  I chose the bluebird motif because I remember my mother singing to us "There'll be bluebirds over, the white cliffs of Dover", and she used to have jewellery with the enamel bluebirds on it.
  Everything except the stitching together of the squares is by hand.
On the back I have used a retro sheet from the op-shop.

 I chose the design for the border because I feel that for Mum it had to be simple, and pleasing.  The interwoven design also represents the weave and continuity of family.

My Creative Space

My Creative Space this week has involved dragging out this quilt which has stagnated! because I have been working on some random softies and roller derby shorts for my new etsy store!  (I had to find a way to stop my house filling up with soft toys and bout-fits.)

For more creative spaces, head on over to kootoyoo!

My Town

I love this painting.  It was painted about 150 years ago, but it is exactly how it looks to me now when I go for my nightly walk in summer.
   I feel at home with my town now.  Sometimes, like me, she is small and plain, sometimes clear, sunny, brilliant and  sometimes blustery, dirty and biting.
  I have a place here.  Memories of childish icy bare feet on wet asphalt.  First love in a yellow paddock of long swishy grass.  My best friend fastening my wedding dress in my mother's house.  Driving streets by rote to my father's raspy-breathed death.
   We interred my father's ashes today.  It was dark and low in my town today.