Quilt Time

I've made dozens of quilts, but I've given most of them away as gifts. My own girls sleep under cheap store bought threads and I've finally found the time and inclination to make them one each. This is the first (albeit poorly photographed)...and it's for Lucy who is 8. The fabric is by Moda- Snippets, and it isn't too juvenile, nor too mature...it's fun and fresh and I've pieced it in a bit of an ecclectic and interesting pattern...very much like Lucy's personality!!!

Christmas Angels....

HALLELUJAH!!! and the angels rejoice, one photo sucessfully uploaded after 3 months of fidgeting with my settings. Seems there's much to in the cyber-world for me to learn.

Anyway, this is a cheeky little elf-angel under our tree before it was stacked with presents!!!

Somebody stop me...another one!!!! hahaha... I was getting really frustrated with the picture situation and my meddling seems to have come good all of a sudden..ahhh technology!!!

So the pic above is of the beautiful "Nice" biscuit gingerbread house that Chloe made us for Christmas. She was fortunate to have a very crafty teacher for the last few weeks of school and the children took great delight in creating these for their families to enjoy. I am disappointed that the importance of creativity and the value of artistic expression gets pushed aside in favour of more academic achievements. I think they have 20 years of serious learning ahead, they could at least do some craft before they hit double figures.

I remember in primary school we had a little old lady (she was probably 40!!!hehehe- everything's relative-right?) who would come into our classroom one afternoon a week and teach us a new craft/art technique. We learnt stitches on a hessian bag, made a cane bread basket, a caterpillar wall hanging from clay, a silhouette cameo in lead pencil, a scoubidou key ring, string art and marbling paper....I obviously paid attention in art lesson.They are a poignant reminder of my childhood- the pride I took in those lovingly crafted bits and pieces seems to represent phases of my life. My mum used the cane bread basket for years even though it was lopsided and a little unstable. My husband's mum still has a clay paperweight of a punk head (he'll kill me for divulging that), and if I could have I would have kept that biscuit gingerbread house foever too- the smile it brought to her face will have to be enough....

Sweet SUMMER

What a brilliant Summer we've had. It's been unbearably hot, there's been days that we've laid blankets out in the backyard in the shade of our bank of gum trees and hoped for a breeze to save us. Our air-con died just after winter and with our reno looming we decided to suffer through summer in the promise of a ducted system in the near future. What a mistake that was....a hot angel is a cranky angel!!! Fortunately the beach is 2 mins drive and we have lots of friends with air-com who've come to expect us to drop-in on hot days, in fact it's become a case of friends saying, "We'll come to your place for the day, unless it's hot, in which case you can come to us!!" It's summer in Australia, of course it's hot, so we've been out alot...
It's been so hot here in the house that Rod has dubbed my sewing room "the Sweat Shop". It really hasn't been an environment conducive to creativity- but I have managed to stockpile on-line purchases of fabric that are ready and waiting to be turned into specialties. There's been a few op-shop scores and plenty of time to laze about poring over books, patterns and mags- like I said, a BRILLIANT SUMMER!!!

ARGHHH NOT a happy blogger, still can't pload photo's!!! HELLLLPPP!!!