Quilting afternoons

For the first time in such a long time I'm spending time at home doing the things that bring me joy - mornings "doing stuff" that needs to be done, and afternoons "sewing stuff". Perhaps another week of this before I resume a normal routine. My current piece is another part of the "My Father's Shed" story - fabrics that were created in or remind me of "My Mother's Garden". All of the fabrics were hand dyed - some by me and a beautiful piece gifted to me from Sue Dennis at one of your "play days" at Tarome. That piece has been printed with trivet shapes (also Sue's) that immediately took me back to Mum's garden spaces - always a pot stand, trivet or trellis with something growing in, on or over it. Another portion was rubbed over old gates that came from my parent's property and now hang off at home. I've taken almost a year to think about how best to quilt it and the answer came, as it often does, in somewhat of a flash. Lines - of longevity, of growth, of constancy. Somehow the interruptions of life needed to be reflected, as did change, diversion, refraction  while retaining her comfortable familiarity and sense of self. Another afternoon might just see it off ...