Sunday, March 19, 2017

Summer-like

It's been a dismal season but every now and then we've caught a glimpse of the summer we should have had ...










 
Unfortunately, with the early mornings already turning cold, it's obvious that hopes for a real summer this year are futile.

If you could only know how much I miss the long hot summers of my childhood, you would understand why this is so depressing. Instead of nine months of cold, we're probably going to have to endure twelve.

Twelve! A tropical island holiday sounds like just what I need to survive this year!

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Rushing

I have a terrible habit of rushing ahead to the next step in quilting before I'm really ready. But when one's plans for gardening (more specifically pulling out weeds) are put on hold due to rain, one must find something else to fill one's time.



I could have done the sensible thing and caught up on ironing ... but I'm not always sensible when it comes to housework.

Instead, I took this stained glass quilt that has ended up in the rubbish bin literally and figuratively (yes, I actually threw it out one day in frustration at the despicable quality of my workmanship) and added borders ... before it was at the border stage. In my defence, it is almost at that stage and I don't think it's going to make a huge difference either way ... only because I am, as already stated, less than impressed with my handiwork.

 
I will not do another stained glass quilt this way again (assuming I ever do another one). The way I did the first stained glass quilt was far superior to the way I've made this one. And the results speak for themselves ...

 
With this latest quilt I've skipped corners and substituted products when I really should have known better (or would have realised if I'd only thought about it some more). Next time I will wait until the weekend is over and buy the interfacing I need rather than 'making do' with something inferior. I will also not use glue on any quilt ever again. At the time it sounded like a good idea ... it would save time on tacking ... but, nah. Trust me on this.

I'm thinking when the quilt is finished it can hang between what used to be the boys' bedrooms ... now the piece of wall between Son#4's bedroom and Son#5's-when-he-comes-home or where-the-granddaughters-sleep-when-they-visit bedroom. It's a dark corner and, hopefully, the imperfections will be less noticeable.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Hanging

The truly astute may have noticed that this quilt made it into some of the birthday posts. And not just as some means of hiding an unsightly corner (I'm looking at you Bow Tie Quilt and Stained-Glass-In-Progress Quilt). Yes, it was hung just the day before the party but I was too busy (and too sick) to blog about the fact that it was finally on the wall.

But I'm going to take some time now to enjoy that fact ...





 
This is unprecedented. Things rarely happen that quickly around here.
 
In a similar vein, DH finished our garden gate and fence in time for the party, too (which some may have already observed) ...
 







 
Now if we could only have some summer weather to enjoy being outside ... surely it's not too much to ask?
 
 

Monday, February 13, 2017

Ninety Years: The Games

All parties need games and when the gathering includes a high percentage of Australians and New Zealanders, what is more appropriate than a friendly trans-Tasman cricket match?







 
My party posts are now over although I hope to share one more from her actual birthday which is coming up. (There's still some yummy birthday cake left in my freezer and enough local family members to devour said cake.)
 
It is obvious from her joy on the day and the photos that she enjoyed the party and having all the family together. Family has always been important to her. It was lovely to see her so honoured and cherished. Family made sacrifices - some quite substantial - to be there on the day.
 
I'm not sure she understands the extremes family went to in order to be there or that now, a week after the event, she clearly remembers the event or its significance. But that's okay. She literally beamed from ear to ear all that day and we shall treasure that and the memory of family together laughing and having fun, accepting and helping, and being proud to be family.
 










 


Sunday, February 12, 2017

Ninety Years Loved: Family Portraits

What does one do when the whole family is together for the first time in at least sixteen years? (No one is sure when the entire family were all together last but think it may have been for my FIL's funeral in November 2000. The family has grown a lot since then.)

The answer is to take photos of course. Not necessarily good photos as with so many people, a few reluctant candidates (not just the youngest generation) and several cameras with no one sure which camera to look at, if there had been a decent photo amongst the 681 photos (not including the photos from one family which we haven't viewed yet) we would have considered it nothing short of a miracle.

The star of the day ...
 

 
All together ...
 
 
 
Children ... and children and spouses ...
 
 
 
Grandchildren ... and grandchildren and spouses/girlfriend ...
 
 
 
Great-grandchildren ... one of the more reluctant family groups ...
 
 
 
 
Family portraits ...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
Whew! It's over ...