Saturday, December 19, 2015
What a joy she is. A bit of Christmas joy. I find Christmas sad this year, the loss of my eldest son last year hangs heavy on my mind. I keep seeing Christmases past, the children all gathered for Christmas Eve dinner, faces shining and expectation written all over them. The smell of Ginger blooms in the vase wafting through the house, heavy with their beautiful perfume. Then again, maybe that is what Christmas is all about, to remember with joy through the pain, for those memories belong to me till I am gone. I will always smell ginger flowers at Christmas even though the flowers have long since faded and I will always hear childish laughter ringing down through the years. Merry Christmas, may it bring everyone love, laughter and joy and make precious memories that you can hold forever.
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
I am on the last gasp of a long ongoing project and am quilting it on my Singer Red Eye. She does a wonderful job of quilting with an ordinary foot if you use cotton batting. I love cotton batting for its strength and it does not quilt with a high pile. Since I only do wall quilts it is perfect for this purpose.
Today has brought news of mass shootings in USA. It is so sad. Every day the world holds more violence. I think back to the beautiful summers days when I was a child and the most you had to worry about was would Santa remember where you live and what was for dinner that night. It was a simpler world then, out in the country on the Tablelands of New South Wales and I look back on it with great fondness.
Today is my birthday. What greater joy than to sew on an old machine that existed before I was born to complete a modern art quilt. It strikes me as sort of quirky and I love quirky.