It's been a strange week. Had to attend a funeral yesterday and it was lovely. The minister summed the person up perfectly, the service uplifting and the day was gorgeous. At the Hotel afterwards, the soup was pretty nice too! It was so perfect, a fitting tribute indeed. The thing about funerals (apart from the bagpipes playing which always makes me cry) is that they make you think of your lost loved ones, the fragility of life and so on. It kind of throws you off centre for a day or two I think and hopefully makes you appreciate your family and friends all the more. Well, I certainly appreciate mine, I wouldn't get through life without them.
I had to search through lots of old photos tonight to find one of a quilt my daughter made when she was 6. She needs to take the photos and the quilt to 'show and tell' tomorrow - nothing like leaving it all to the last minute! (wonder who she gets that from). Anyway, just so you have a picture or two to look at, here she is at the sewing machine...
Here she is beside her little quilt at my quilting group's annual exhibition in 2004. (Sorry 'Bay Patchers', I haven't been for months). Miss L was very proud of her quilt and so was I!
Here is a pic of one I made, hanging at the same exhibition. The one with the squares. I had lots of squares of 'fossil ferns' fabrics which I still love and rather than hide them away, I made a quilt from them (which is now hidden away under the bed... oh well).
These pictures show the lovely fabric a bit better I think.
