The quilt for Suse has now been quilted with feathers and swirls and is awaiting binding.
As always in my head, where time doesn’t actually exist and I never have to vacuum or prepare dinner, I’ll be finished by tomorrow. In real life, however, it will probably take me another week.
Not long now, Suse.
I don’t mean to talk it up too much, but…
I may just be the best wife ever.
One dozen Star Trek cupcakes to celebrate my Pete’s birthday tomorrow…
Happy birthday, my darling. Live long and prosper.
It’s true. I really do.
I am not sure why, but they really appeal to me.
Perhaps it is the way they can be both awkward and graceful…
Giraffes feature in lots of my quilt designs. I love to draw them with long legs, long necks and floppy ears.
A giraffe found its way onto this cushion. As soon as I saw the orange and red checked fabric against the blue paisley I knew it was perfect for a giraffe.
So that is what it became – a checked giraffe on a bright blue cushion.
I like giraffes. I really do.
You can find this cushion for sale here on my website. Should you prefer to make your own you can find the pattern available for sale and download here.
Forty-three is a delicious lunch…
eaten by the ocean on a magnificent day…
in the company of a beautiful man.
Forty-three a dozen cupcakes made especially for me by a clever lady.
Forty-three is rich moisturisers fortified with sunscreen and beautiful red hair-dye liberally applied.
Forty-three is me!
More work has been done on the swap quilt.
Applique has been added…
Borders have been adorned…
Not long to go now, Suse.
Have you ever wondered how a challenge or a swap between bloggers starts?
Well, I started one just the other day… by being a smart-mouth.
I was bemoaning on Twitter that I was cold. Now I know that living in the tropics should exclude me from complaining about the cold, but temperature is relative. When it hits 12 degrees overnight here, it is cold. We build our houses to be cool; high ceilings, few internal walls and doors and certainly no heaters. SO… I had a whinge that I was cold.
Suse of pea soup lives many thousands of kilometres south of here in a place that really does get cold. She read my whiny cold post in front of a roaring fire whilst wearing many hand-knitted shawls and told me to toughen up.
So I quipped to her that I was not enjoying the benefit of a hand-knitted shawl.
She was straight back to me with a tongue-in-cheek offer to make me one.
Now I don’t know if she really meant it. She’s a busy lady. Maybe hand-knitting a shawl for a whingy, reptilian North Queenslander would not be her idea of fun. But I called her bluff anyway…
and offered to trade her a quilt for a shawl.
This is how one corner of you quilt looks so far Suse…
hope you like it.
Today my pride in my son knows no bounds.
Today he found a way to thrill my heart beyond its bounds.
Today he did something that I had only ever dreamed would be possible.
I kid you not.
He was neither asked, nor expected to vacuum. In setting up his newly repaired computer he noticed the desk was dusty so cleaned it thoroughly.
That’s not even the best bit…
When he had finished
he packed up the vacuum cleaner
put it away.
The smile has not left my face all day.