I’ve been blogging for 15 years now. I decided to put my writings into a book form, and its grown and grown. I decided to add it to the blog format I write now. It begins in 2005 in Tasmania. Some of you will find yourselves as participants of the journey.
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 …
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.
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.
Grab a cuppa, share with your friends and enjoy the beauty of these quilts.
Oh my, its just. Its been a whirlwind of engagements, inspiration and sheer fun. I haven’t had tie to breathe let alone do the blog, so this is the best I can do for today folks. Enjoy.
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.
Two years after my teaching trip to Norway I get the opportunity to work on the creative ideas I worked on as I travel. But even in that short time, the opportunity to use different methods of completion have suddenly appeared on my computer.
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 …
If I’m not actively busy I begin to feel that I should be home with my family or working on my major project. It’s always been that way when I’m traveling. Downtime often feels like I’m living in excess, but it’s a little difficult to actually go from one event to another time wise when you are 17,000 miles from home.