We both have strange thumbs which are prone to subluxing
We both enjoy pottering around & we both prefer old comfy clothes to new ones.
His jeans basically fell apart.
I took the opportunity to repair them.
We're both happy about that.
. . . or shall i just call it 'jeanetic modification' Dad & I have a reasonable amount in common - no great surprise there.
We both have strange thumbs which are prone to subluxing We both enjoy pottering around & we both prefer old comfy clothes to new ones. His jeans basically fell apart. I took the opportunity to repair them. We're both happy about that. The other day I heard someone say it was too late to be bothered changing or starting something new
‘I’m 40 years old’, she said You could hear the resignation in her voice - her certainty. I remember Dad saying the same thing when he was around 40 years old … and that was over 40 years ago. Why do we want to give ourselves a ‘best before’ date ? A ‘use-by’ date which has nothing what so ever to do with our life time nor our mortality. I too have been wondering about what’s next. Is there even a ‘next’ ? Is this it ? Is it too late to start again - again. 🤷🏻♀️ Easy to say ‘No, of course not’ Harder to know where to begin An interesting thing A day to celebrate mothers I often wonder am I a mother worth celebrating ? I have ended up with the most wonderful daughter but really did I actually have anything much to do with that ? was she destined to always be a lovely person ? I think she was. I have decided this mother's day to celebrate my daughter Lets face it, as a mother I can do whatever I want - its my day hahahahaha My lovely friend sent me a link to this nell-anne-quilt-project The project has come about because Nell, an Australian artist who was going to come to do a residency at McCahon House is now unable to due to Covid19. Her plan was to run a series of workshops while she was here & instead this quilt project has become an online event. At the moment there is no particular end date so grab a needle, some thread & a scrap of fabric, choose a name & start stitching. I decided to embroider my daughter’s name as my contribution to the #nellannequilt Kate was named after my Nanna who was Katherine Nanna was called Kitty by her contemporaries so I Imagine Kitty was the common diminutive at that time. Kate is Kathryn because I prefer that spelling & it’s just occurred to me that I don’t know the origin of the spelling I prefer nor even the origin of Nanna’s spelling of Katherine It was, & will always be, about connections Kate never knew Kitty tho i suspect they would have enjoyed each other’s company. Kitty was a bit cold & hard around the edges - a product of the times she lived in perhaps Kate, on the other hand, is warm & gentle around the edges I’m also pretty sure I didn’t really know my Nanna; that’s not how it works with your grandparents is it ? It’s about feelings It’s about memories It’s about love oh & smells . . . it’s definitely about smells Then at some stage it occurs to you that it has become about the future Kate is the future Kitty is the past I am simply the one in the middle. The one who carries the past through the present & hands it on to the future This was fun to do . . . once I'd chosen Kate's name. I simply wrote her name in pencil & then wrote it again with my biggest fattest sharpie. I used a light box to trace the outline of the letters so that I got empty block letters which I then transferred on to a piece of fabric, chose the thread I liked & embroidered it over a couple of days. And I'm so glad I did. I thought about Nanna, I thought about Kate, I thought about Aunty Kate, my cousin's wife.
She's another Katherine & has always been known by everyone in the family as Aunty Kate even tho she's younger than all of us except the kids. I thought a lot about Aunty Kate as she has always been such an important, supportive & positive role model for our kids as they grew up. She has always been consistent for them & undoubtedly will always be remembered with love. And I guess this is what this whole thing has become about. Connection, belonging & love. It always comes back to love. Sal x |
Hi, I'm Sally
I'm a fibre artist who loves botanicals - especially NZ native plants |