Its early, still dark and theres a pre dawn chill in the air. Our window is 30 ft long, the full size of our suite and I never get sick of looking out and  bringing the outside in so I never close curtains.
My house doesn’t have curtains.
I lived in a satellite city called Elizabeth from the time I was ten till I married at 20. I disliked it with childish passion. It was dry, dusty and most of the occupants were English people who had paid 10 pound to immigrate and they didn’t talk like us Aussies.
My bed, next to the window looked out onto a wooden paling fence and above that was the house next door, it was just 4 feet from the house. The house had a wide chimney, and when I laid on my bed I could see the beige bricks of the chimney and the blue sky. Blackbirds played on the chimney and it was my special view for 10 years…
Its strange that things that happen in childhood should surface to form your likes and dislikes in older age.

Today I’m adding some of the images of Caryl Bryer fallerts wonderful exhibition.. a little of the Japanese exhibition and a few other quilts.