Friday, June 9, 2017


Saturday morning is always 'mine' in the house.  The golfer departs early and the morning stretches in front of me with time to quietly create, silence, time to think and dream.  Winter is here now and rain later today will see the fire lit tonight to curl fingers of warmth through the house.  We have short winters here and there are few fireplaces in my neighbourhood except perhaps the one next door.  There is something really lovely about the smell of woodsmoke permeating the air.  The cats of course adore the chance to curl up in front of the fire place.

My mother has passed away now.  Little momentos from her house now in mine, the photos she kept on her sideboard, nic nacs, little statues of cats and some of her paintings.  I feel like she is living here now, its just that I cannot talk to her any more which is very sad.  I always rang her on a Saturday morning, she would be doing the washing and sometimes did not take too kindly to me upsetting her little routine.

More rusted fabric under the Pfaff today, she is the only machine who will sew the quarter inch lines I  love to use on my quilts.  I wrapped more fabric earlier in the day with rusted pieces to see what happens, its always a surprise.  I love that part about rusting, waiting to see the metal pieces leave their marks, it is like time marking a landscape to me, pitting it, staining it. The machine carves lines into the fabric, dimension, time passing.

Monday, April 10, 2017


My mother is leaving, she has terminal cancer.  The saddest part is you suddenly realise that your connection to your distant childhood past is going with her.  Who will you talk to about stories from so long ago.  The night she gathered up the autumn oak leaves from the road in the car headlights, the air bitter and cold.  They magically became a fancy dress piece titled "Autumn" for my school presentation evening.  She has forgotten it now, I tried to tell her the other day it is one of my favourite childhood memories. 
I have been working with rusting fabrics and making wall quilts.  My childhood was spent in the country around Armidale and I used to spend hours in my grandfather's wool shed, I can still see the sunlight on the floor there.  The rusted quilts are all created with my memory of shed walls and rusting tractors and tin rooves. 
So today I am putting this piece up in honour of my mum.  She may have forgotten a lot now but I will always remember.  She is leaving in the Autumn, how odd that I have a favourite memory from that time. 

Sunday, March 5, 2017

SOMETIMES THE SIMPLE THINGS........................

Well the embroidery machine thingy came to nothing.  I did buy the machine, but found I was no longer interested in machine embroidery.  Something was missing, badly.  Yesterday, in complete desperation with my shoulder pain I decided to go back to hand quilting.  Maybe all that machine sewing and quilting was the culprit.  Today I realised how much I had become caught up in the technology of sewing machines.  They are like bright shiny jewels, beckoning us to buy the latest model with all the do da's that we simply cannot live without.

Simplicity is the best by far, however I had forgotten that.  All I really need is Grandmother's treadle for piecing and my quilting frame for the hand quilting.  Hmmmmm.......did I not learn that years ago and then forgot? 

I will say that I do enjoy the quiet space of the quilt frame, the clouds floating past in my view and the rhythm of making stitches.  Very Zen. The quilt is very simple, just leaves and seed pods from my garden. 

Monday, January 16, 2017


Having spent many months healing the bursa in my left shoulder I went on a fitness campaign.  A ten minute walk round the garden twice a day to lower my sugars, I have Diabetes Type 2.  Day two of the walking, tripped on the hose and landed on the shoulder that had just healed.  Six months without sewing ordered by the doctor.  Physio said a little sewing maybe.  I miss my local quilt group as I simply cannot sit and hand stitch as I cannot hold things in my left hand for long or the aching goes on for days. I managed to go only three times last year due to shoulder issues.

What to do?  I own a large Janome 11000 embroidery machine that is far too heavy to carry.  I hit on the idea of purchasing a smaller embroidery machine so at least I could go to quilt group and embroider, if  not with own hands at least I could thread a machine up  and talk while it did the work for me.  I found this little baby, a older Brother, in a town a couple of hundreds klms north of where I live and purchased her over the web from a sewing machine shop.  She pulls down into a much smaller machine for portability, weighs only 15 lbs, a huge plus and will arrive here on Wednesday.  She can create motifs to add into wall quilts along with photos on fabric to form pieces with an old fashioned look I developed some time ago. 

Yes, I am no longer treadling however I am creating and we have to adapt as things happen to us and as we grow older.  I am looking forward to my new little friend's arrival and just being able to get out of the house once a week.  We are currently helping to bring up our grandchildren, single Dad and so life has become incredibly busy.  A day with other women in the beautiful church surrounds is going to be a real treat.