Tag: Feature

Bikies, (or Bikers in the USA) Body odour and blessings. – a travel story of a Quilter.

Hah, I knew she would have to move, it was impossible for him to squeeze pass her like I did. So a dance of bodies occurred and the young man wedged himself between us. I almost reeled from his strong body odour and I thought “whoops this is going to be an interesting 4 hours” He was sweating profusely… and began chatting to me, I turned to look at him and I realised that he was terrified of the situation he was in.

Taking photos to create Textile Art – its easier than you think.

I’m not a photographic purist. I just love taking photos. From the drips on a coffee cup to the textures in wood and beyond, I find it interesting. I know some of my friends look at me a little strange when I suddenly become pre-occupied in the midst of a conversation and I turn my head to capture just the right image…then out comes the camera.!!

Alice Isabella is Sprung from Jail – a true story for quilters.

The Batting Babes squealed with delight and the excitement of the moment.
They made a big circle around him with their arms outstretched. In their hands they held their rotary cutters with its sharp blade just ready to pop out at the flick of a plastic click…
Now this is a very dangerous thing to do.
Children don’t have a Rotary, Gotary, Lotary license…. so remember ….No touching the rotary cutter until you are at least 40 years old and you can earn your license….

The next issue = Alice Isabella and the long arm of the law.

The Policeman looked down at his feet.
No doubt about it….. this was the pin culprit.
Alice shook in her black boots, her hair ‘winkling’ even more than before.
“Madam, do you know what damage you have done” he said in a ‘gruffly’ voice.?
Alice was too scared to answer. She just shook.

The art of Quilting has contributed to helping a lot of children in our County.

I have a rather romantic take on life. The good times are carefully filtered through my bright rimmed glasses.
The bad, and the sad (and there have been many) are filed in boxes in my mind and are dealt with in their own time.

But whatever our circumstances I know that we can all make a difference in the lives of others by sharing our talents for kind rather than money.

The Amish Buggy – Shipshewana

Kaye England and I were lucky enough to be able to take a trip in an Amish buggy with Mr Yoder. It was a rare experience and one I will never forget. He was a delightful man and he is so proud and matter of fact about his Amish life and Shipshewana.