We are so alike.
I realised today that my quiet, no-fuss, engineer husband is even smarter than I thought he was.
It all started at St Joseph’s Primary School. Back then “fundraising” was known as “collecting for the Missions”. What we collected was tinfoil. I doubt any of my class knew what the Missions were doing, or how our tinfoil would help, but we religiously collected each bottletop (remember them!).
Fastforward at least 30 years to me looking at my foil medication packets. No way can I treat them like rubbish. They represent the best strategy yet in managing my disordered mind… and they’re tinfoil! And look, they’re layered, with air in the middle. In a grid format. Kinda like a quilt really. So, the inevitable quilt project begins
This one has to be functional, of course. Blister packs are a bit stiff and scratchy to make a quilt that is nice to sleep under. After a few samples I decide on a simple half-square triangle block embellished with a packet.
It’s very boring in the middle phase of making and embellishing all the blocks. Now that is done I’m enjoying playing with different layouts. Here’s my favourite so far
More about the making of Pharmaceutical Comforter
My mother married a man with 6 siblings. Their mother turned 80 today. It’s been a long happy day full of food, drink, laughter, short heartfelt speeches, long rambling conversations. It was a wonderful gift to suddenly become part of a large and close extra family.
To cap it all off, tomorrow we put aside our party clothes and go fishing!
Today we drove North for 5 hours to reach my Mum’s home on Doubtless Bay. It’s beautiful here and of course I have already got salt in my hair, and sand under my toenails.
It’s incredible how fast the holiday effect kicks in – energy to do stuff I couldn’t usually be bothered with, combined with peacefulness and patience that seems effortless.
This Christmas is a scrap quilt.
The background changed several times, and each part of the day brought together partial family groups.
All unified by the common threads of courtesy, generosity and love.
Scrap quilts are always the warmest.