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Christmas and our hero’s

Our family is large, 13 children, Keith and I and 26 Grandchildren.

I birthed 3 children and other mothers from impoverished situations gave us the joy of giving a future to their children.

Some of children had been abandoned at birth, others were in dangerous situations, and some that I can’t even explain.

People, Art and portraits… take a look folks it will blow your mind. International Quilt Festival Houston.

Daylight saving has given me an extra hour today for which I am grateful. We leave for the Caribbean today and I won’t be able to access good internet, so I’m taking the opportunity to post a few more images before we leave. I have more to add, but I don’t have the time right now. Wheat field, Melissa Burdon, Groveton Blenheim, Marlborough, New Zealand.   Character Y Dulzural/Character and Sweetness,  Adriana Briones Cakkeja, Collado Villalba, Madrid. Spain Free Tibet Meri Henriqes Vahl, Soquel, California Lily, Hiroko Miyama, Chofu City, Tokyo, Japan Gilbert, Laurie Tigner, Rapid City, South Dakota. 40 Aniversario, Mireia Aranda Marin, Almonaster La Real, Huelva, Spain Refelection of Life. Olga Gonzalez – Angulo Sant Feliu De Guixols, Girona, Spain First place, Art People and figures. St Joseph, Laura Di Cera. San Lazzarodi Savena, Bologna, Italy. Simple Pleasures, Lea Mc Comas. Superior Colorado. Hope Kay Donges, Suches, Georgia. Dancing at the Pow Wow, Marty Boles, Chatsworth, California.      

Lets talk about the Chicken Bus.

Extra seats are added, racks on the roof to carry produce and I saw a goat and trussed sheep up there on one occasion. They whizz around those high mountain roads at break neck speeds. I would love a ride on one but I had a vision of the headlines. “Aussie grandmother meets her demise on a Chicken Bus”

The decorations are very interesting, and they just sparkle, not an ounce of dust on the shiny sides.

These are my everyday things.

My home is comfort. My  home is where I relax the most. My Husband, our Grandies, the sound of the birds, the smell of eucalyptus in the air, my big comfy chair downstairs with its companion the quilt and my beloved studio and there is always vegemite on toast. These are my everyday things. But at times with my work I’ve  found myself out of my comfort zone. I drove through the French alps in a car with gears driving on the other side of the road and a lost GPS signal. I got kidnapped in Haiti with my husband, had a minor plane crash when the tyres blew on the plane on take off. We’ve walked through the slums of Bangkok, Sri Lanka, India and Africa. And these things we just had to do. You need to spend time in another country or in an environment that is foreign to you to grow. To know yourself, to actually like yourself  and to appreciate life. I know its not always possible for everyone to travel , but then again, you could just …

It takes guts if you are a Graffiti artist and you come up against a group of quilters of middling age.

And then there was Joe, a young man who loved graffiti and who walked out of class so excited and enthused because he mastered quilt illustration on his thread graffiti piece. He works at the quilt store and I’m going to visit him again when I get back to town. Hugs Joe it takes guts to spend a day with a group of women quilters.