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The Adventures of the Amazing Alphabet.

Splish, splash, splonk….

“Hum ….La de dum, Hummmmmmmm.”

Splish, Splash …

Where was it coming from?

Miss “A” for Attitude smiled and waved her spindly arms.

A long thread of wool began to unwind from her cardigan. I watched in fascination, what would happen if the rest of the wool unraveled.

Then another splash reminded me that there was water coming from the drawer … How could that be?

Quilt Indulgence an Aussie Quilt show experience.

Capturing the essence. There’s a comfortable noise. More like a hum in fact. Every now and then I hear a portion of a conversation and it inevitably revolves around quilting. A child runs through the crowd and demands his Parents attention. The men attending seem to be in the grey hair group and I note that one of them is fast asleep and about to fall in his dinner. Is Quilting that boring? Maybe he has a sleep disorder. The funny thing is that his wife just shifted his orange juice and plate and the conversation with her friends continued without a beat. No outside windows make the room grey, punctuated by the neon lights of the pokies next door and the colourful message boards describing the food you can purchase. There is a faint smell of cigarette smoke, roast lamb and alcohol. There are strong Australian accents that are harder on the ear than the accents I’ve been listening to over the past few months. Somehow I never seem to be aware of accents …

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.