Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

...Robert Frost...

Wednesday, November 30, 2011


Here's the story, of a lovely lady, Who was bringing up three very lovely girls...... oops, wrong story!

Let's start again.

Here's the story, of a lady, who is bringing up three very lovely children, works, and no longer has enough time to do all the things she'd really like to be doing.

Just a typical Mum story really.

Once I had so much time to indulge in quilting, sewing, stitching and other crafty activities. But those days seem like a very distant memory now. However, I remain optimistic that I may again find a spare minute to indulge and keep adding new projects to my sewing table. Hence the reason it looks like this:

Hmmm, that's just the table. There's also under the table. And in the cupboard in the spare room. And on the shelf in my wardrobe. And there may or may not be a bag of fabric in the garage. It's out of control. There may or may not be a bag under the table with three half made skirts it that have been that way for 3 years. Or is it 4? There may or may not be at least 6 half done quilts that are patiently awaiting completion, one of them for maybe 10 years.

A very sad state of affairs.

So, I am determined to start finishing things. Now that I don't have much time. Actually, this has been my resolution for about 3 years now, but this time it's different. Not sure how, but it just is.

First on the list- a memory quilt. I had a bag of clothes that belonged to my friend's son who died 3 years ago. He was almost 10. I have had the clothes for about a year and I needed to get the quilt done. I selected the most suitable shirts, decided on a simple design and then procrastinated and procrastinated and procrastinated. I thought about it, googled other memory quilts, thought about it some more. Making that first cut was hard. These were his shirts and I had to get it right. In the end I had to make myself do it and just get on with it.

Simple squares that highlighted the shirts which held the memories. A school shirt, pyjamas, shirts from travels.

Before he died, the starlight foundation made over his bedroom and I used the doona fabric from that makeover as the backing fabric. A pocket from the doona was also sewn onto the back which houses his 'blankie'.

A last minute decision was made to drive to Toowoomba to deliver the quilt last weekend. It seemed like such special cargo and it was quite a relief to hand it over as I felt it had taken me way too long to finish it.

Toowoomba was at it's beautiful best. I do love this city. Not just the aesthetics of it, but the people as well. They are my memories.

The jacaranda in bloom


One of many previous homes

The school all 3 of the kids began their schooling at

But life moves on I guess.

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