insta quilt

the slender, under-resourced attention span that lives in my head is stretched to snapping point some days. blog posts feel more like uni assignments. Instagram, my undemanding love, you have seduced and won me away from WordPress! even Facebook, my second best friend, is more alluring than the naggy, whiny, “feed me, Seymour!” blog.
I still love you, blog, honestly I do, but OH the gratification from IG and FB is so cheap and easy!

what say you, interweb friends? has micro blogging sucked you in and left your old, faithful blog alone at home on Friday nights with a $5 bottle of red?
or are you in it for the long haul, gleefully watching your archive list fill more and more of your sidebar every month?

here’s what I instagrammed today…

my many tubs of fabric scraps are being sliced and diced into 3″ and 4″ squares. those little piles of squares will neatly sleep in tidy boxes awaiting my sudden, urgent desire to sew them into scrap quilts. when the iron is hot, my tiny scrap of attention has to strike!


i have finished (only two days late!) my latest Twelve by Twelve quilt.
the theme was ‘metamorphosis’ and the spectacular quilts produced by my eleven friends are all up on our blog now.
we have changed our format to 20″ x 12″ for this, our last year of Twelve by Twelve. I LOVED working in this new size but i grossly underestimated how long it would take me to do all this hand stitching. three solid days of it.

Metamorphosis? Start at the bottom…
Building blocks,stem cells,foundation,a sound base of ideas, information,potential.
There begins a bubbling, fizzing, effervescence, a stirring,movement.
Reaching out, evolving, aspiring, cell growth, development.
Fruition, birth, display, expression, achievement, celebration.

the sequins don’t show too well in the full image; the detail shots should show them better (they are only in the gray sections at the bottom so don’t go blind trying to find them at the top!). nor does this quilt want to be photographed well… aaaiiieee!!! can’t get a good, clear image… although it may be that my camera is dying…

sorry Mum

so here, dears, is the metamorphosis that i underwent this week in sydney. (some of it anyway – if you are desperate to see the whole thing, email me)
this was an extraordinary experience made more special by the artist who made it happen.
Megan was my primary school friend – we were in every class together except for the first. we hadn’t seen one another since we were ten years old and i remembered her as a talented, smart girl with long blonde hair like a princess. she is still the same but even more and i loved her all over again. thank you, Megan xxx

i have waited two years to get this tattoo. it took time to be ready, time to be sure. i was more than ready and more than sure when i went to Megan and now i can say that i love this and i am so pleased to have it. it’s so hard to articulate, but it somehow changes you…

Peter, you are a gift in my life that i am constantly grateful for. i know how much you love me and i know that i will see you roll your eyes at me for another thirty years (and more) whenever i say “Pete, I’ve been thinking…”