made with a willing helper.
Neatly bound edges on recently finished quilts.
Pretty selvedges on brand new fabrics.
Crystal clear eyeballs after four days of a bloodshot eye.
I should have known better…
In my last post I was silly enough to remind you of Pip’s accident prone nature. I chuckled as I read it, in an exasperated kind of way.
I should have remembered that it is my life.
I should have remembered that there are further ways that Pip can require medical attention.
I should have remembered to just keep my mouth shut.
Yesterday on school organised work experience he was asked to drill into concrete in a windy place and not provided with safety glasses.
The late night GP says that he can’t see any damage, just extreme irritation. He said it would settle over night. It didn’t.
Today it remains irritated, weepy and sore.
Alice recently wrote a post to prepare for her blogging anniversary. She nominated her favourite post amongst the almost one thousand that she has written.
She also posed the question to all bloggers asking them to identify their own favourite post.
She told me that her favourite post on Peppermint Patcher blog is this one. This was a great weekend, and to those outside Australia it must have a touch of the exotic.
I don’t know if I have favourites, but there are two posts which cause me to immediately identify with a feeling/ emotion which I often read to myself.
This first is this one - the feeling is utter, overwhelming excitement expressed through something ridiculously trite which made us unbelievably happy.
The second is this one - the feeling is exasperation to the point of hilarity in a “this can’t be happening to me, I don’t live in a Monty Python sketch!” kind of way.
I’m so glad that I take the time to record my life. Our history books are filled with the lives of very important people. People who we are supposed to consider significant. I’m certain that there were people living very interesting, very challenging, very insignificant lives alongside those people who were equally as engaging. I hope that blogging captures that for this generation. I hope that blogging creates a history of the everyday that speaks for itself.
Blog on, people!
My mum has been on holidays. While she was away she decided to buy a quilting magazine to read.
When she read the contents page she was surprised to see what was on page 16.
This is a republication of a quilt I made for Quilters Companion in 2006.
I love the way the leaves at the base of each tulip form a circle when they meet.
It goes without saying that my mother showed it to every person she met on her holiday…