It's mostly about the ephemera of everyday life.....
....The pretty stuff, not the boring stuff. Cats feature often, as do tea parties, cupcakes and vintage fabric and the stuff I make it into.
I have so many ideas I'd like to share. I hope you enjoy it.
The house is filled with the smell of flowering pinks, and the roses have begun to bloom.
The snowman in my linen cupboard came out for an airing the other day, for a dummy run I expect.
My new book arrived from my friends at amazon.com, and I'm ready to be inspired.
"She who is proficient at separating eggs" was inspired by the little Christmas boxes in the book. She bought supplies and has been coming home from work at lunch time to make Christmas boxes on my kitchen table all week. She doesn't have a kitchen table at her place, so we've seen quite a lot of her this week.
And ... we went shopping the other day and Farmers had their Christmas Shop up and running.
So I bought my first Christmas decoration for this year. She's irresistible don't you think?
Time to really get out in the garden too. The fox gloves have opened their little flowers and the Granny bonnets are in full bloom. The snowball trees are fluffy with new blooms too. I must capture it on camera while the weather is fine. It is my favourite time of year in the garden.
Come Melbourne Cup Day, I really get that Christmas feeling. Not long now blog chics:P
Finished this quilt top ages ago, and have been trying to decide weather to have it machine quilted or to hand quilt it. Decided on getting it mchine quilted, because there is just so much detail in it. I love it's vintage colours and 1930s fabrics. I got to use a lot of my favourite tiny scraps for the applique and the umpteen 2 inch squares in it.
I think I was proabably attracted to it because of the tea set in the middle block.
But there are so many pretty bits. I loved making it.
A few years ago Burnard Silver wrote a book called Why Cats Paint. The cover photo was a cat standing on it's hind legs painting a picture, brush in hand. It was very tongue in cheek, but I heard Burnard interviewed on Radio New Zealand once, and he said there was a small readership of well healed little old ladies who believed it to be all true. Obviously they had not come from a Sunday night tradition of watching Country Calender spoofs such as the remote controlled sheep dog and guinea pig farming in Wellington.
This weekend while I have been working on my yeoyeo vintage sheet inspired quilt, the Magpie Cats have never been very far away from the action. And whenever I try to lay a quilt top out or put a few blocks down to arrange them, they are immediately sat on by the nearest cat.
My Mum's cat sleeps on the finest of crocheted edgings, and considers it her absolute right to do so.
I planned to write about it in this blog post, and had the photos ready to go, text half written in my head, when this appeared in the letter box today, sent by my dear friend Katie of
It's beautifully written. The story of a tabby cat who loves her smelly old patchwork blanket so much that she goes in search of it in the rubbish bin when the mother throws it out.
The language is beautiful. The illustrations even more so. Tabby is very cross when her blanket is thrown out
"I think I should send this family away," she says.
"I shall have the milkman here to lodge instead."
When the inevitable happens and Tabby gets picked up and taken to the rubbish dump with her old patchwork quilt, it is the milkman who finds her wandering around looking for home, and gives her a ride.
And the mother washes the blanket, which is exactly what she should have done in the first place. Nobody I know would throw out any kind of patchwork quilt in any state of disrepair. Especially if it belonged to a cat. That's my only beef with the book. The mother in this book does not look the type to throw out a cat quilt. She reminds me so much of the mother in Margaret Mahey's The Lion in the Meadow. And she entertained dragons in her broom cupboard and all sorts of interesting nonsense, and hung out her patchwork on the washing line in the meadow.
This mother looks like one of those mothers, so I am absolutely sure she would not really have thrown out the patchwork.