A Host of Daffodils......And A Quilt Finish♡

Good morning lovely lovelies, lovely friends♡ A lovely welcome to my little springtime place where a host of daffodils are dancing in the spring sunshine♡ Gotta love happy daffodils♡

Yes indeedy, my garden......and all the gardens in this rural paradise have exploded with a host of daffodils, jonquils and snowdrops. So, so pretty; and the scents?? In a word; divine! My home is beginning to take on the appearance of  a florist again. And. I'm beside myself with great joy about that.

I have a quilt finish♡ The Fusion quilt dancing in Tilda and floral fabrics, with crochet skipping around and around is finished, and has been gifted. I don't know if I mentioned that this pretty quilt isn't for me. No?? This pretty is for a very dear friend whose husband passed away a couple of months ago.

I wanted to wrap my friend with love and kindness, where each stitch, both sewn and crocheted, is imbued with beautiful thoughts and sweet memories of the many  times Pete and I enjoyed my friend and her husband's company.

My friend's husband was a raconteur with the best stories of his adventures, and misadventures throughout his life. Oh, the stories! The seemingly improbable but true stories he chronicled. It was always a delight to sit and converse, to laugh hysterically at his many stranger than fiction  yarns. He lived a life bigger than Ben Hur. Many a lunch slipped into dinner when the convivial and companionable conversations seemed to have no end. Hopefully, this quilt will embrace my friend with love and beautiful memories, and when she's feeling sad or a little how's your mother, this quilt will envelope her with the warmest of hugs♡

To finish off the crochet edging skipping around the quilt I was going to crochet a fancy schmancy row but I decided upon scalloped chain stitches. I feel the simplicity of fine scallops dancing around and around is more pleasing. As always my motto of  keep-it-simple-stupid reigns supreme. =)

The fashioning of my friend's quilt can be seen here,  here, here, and here if perhaps your interest is piqued with my process of this fusion quilt. This was the first time I've played with a fusion quilt, and I must say I want to fashion another, for me. I would love a fusion quilt added to the mix of my other pretties, here at my little place. A quilt dancing with a plethora of different fabrics, both on  the front and the back. Scrappy, scrappy scrappy! Love, love, love!

The quilt has been gifted to my friend and she loves it. We were born in the same month, in the same year. We are kindred spirits in many ways, but one of the many threads that weave our friendship together is our floral addiction. She adores flowers as much as I. Indeed, she dances with myriad of flowers swirling and swirling around her in floralicious delight; as do I. My wish is that her fusion quilt wraps her in love and friendship, sprinkling many a smile into her days. Those good days. And, those not so good days.

May your day be sprinkled with many a hug and much love. Perhaps, dance with a friend among the daffodils.......or perhaps, among the carpet of autumn leaves♡

Until the next time..........

When I woke up this morning........♪♪♬♫

 

Hello, lovely lovelies♡ I woke up this morning......and you were on my mind  ♪♪♬♪♬♫  Just channelling Crispian St Peters. =) Though, I really have been waking up in the mornings and thinking of some of you, of late♡ I hope you are travelling okay,  all things considered; living in this alternate universe we find ourselves♡

Here in my little universe, within the safe cocoon of my humble home, sheltered from the ails of this sorry world; and where the summery garden embraces me every day, I've been fashioning more flower baskets. I was a wee bit excited on Friday as I thought there were enough flower baskets for the quilt and the piecing of rows could begin. But. Alas. No. It seems more are needed. Now, if this girl's muddly head wasn't more often than not, lost in dem arty farty textile clouds, twirling and whirling around all things fabric, ribbons, flowers and baskets, she would've realised the layout she imagined was just not  going to work. So, with both feet once again on terra firma, and with a new layout decided upon, the appliqueing of new baskets is under way. Though I'm loving all these pretty baskets, the appliqueing of the baskets is wearing a bit thin....just a tad. So, perhaps next week there may be a Flower Baskets flimsy to ooh and ahh....and wax lyrical about. 

One of these things is not like the other...

One of  these things just doesn't belong......

Ahh.....Sesame Street. I used to sing 'One of these Things' with my girls when they were little. Precious memories of watching Sesame Street with my girls, with each day following the fun and educational antics of Big Bird, Ernie, Bert, The Cookie Monster......Maria.......Bob.....and all the gang. Those were the days♡

This week I started knitting a wee baby cardie. A cable pretty in Patons Merino 4ply baby wool. The colour is a soft grey, and 'tis lovely and soft.

As it's Sunday I will enjoy a little knitting. Clickety clack, clickety clack of the needles, rhythmically knitting back and forth in a relaxed fashion; sipping a cup of Melbourne Breakfast tea, in a pretty teacup; of course. Perhaps, I will hand stitch a few more baskets, too. 

Sending you, lovely lovelies, sprinkles of heavenly scented sweet peas and rose petals; with a little Tassie sunshine to kiss you on the cheek♡ Take care, lovely lovelies♡

 

Until the next time......

More Musings, More Stitching

 

Hello lovelies♡ How are you?? Did you stitch up a storm this week to keep your mind and fingers distracted?? Oh my..................

I'm sitting here beside the pond writing this post. It's early Saturday morning. Just me and my thoughts. Maisie, my faithful shadow is here, too. The fish are darting in and out of the lily pads causing ripples to shatter the mirror-like surface. There's sweet birdsong softly filtering through the early morning quietude. It's a peaceful place. It's calm. There's no angry people. No angry conservative Christians pointing their finger in my face in admonishment; to penetrate the silence. It's a haven; balm to my soul. Sitting here by the still waters nature is at its very best. God's paintbrush has artfully dabbed beautiful brushstrokes here, there, everywhere; like no human can or indeed, could. 

Sitting here the sense of sadness which at times sits with me is mitigated by the beauty before me. The every day delights of my little world cannot but cause me to smile.  Here at my little place in blog land, I have found solace and cheer in like-minded ladies, feeling somewhat in unity with our thoughts.....reflections......in how we perceive this world. May I say, thank you, because you do add beauty to my day♡

This week I picked a few Peace Roses. Actually, I picked quite a few flowers.....but I digress. =) I bought a Peace Rose a while ago, to plant in the garden, as it was my darling mum's favourite rose. I miss my mum. I wish she was sitting here beside me as she would make me laugh out loud about the absurdity of these days that we live in. She was the funniest of ladies who could add levity to the darkest of days. A droll and wicked sense of humour who could make a  room filled with people laugh, both with, and at her. Laughter sometimes, truly is the best medicine. Let us raise a teacup to our mums. =)

And what have I been stitching this week?? I've been delighting in filling baskets with more pretty floral fabrics. There are pansies, violets, ruffled peony roses, wisteria, lupins........all wonderfully floralicious. And, I stitched a few more Liberty stars. No hurrying, no stressing; just stitching through my lazy, summer days.

Did you know that there have been over 45,000 Liberty designs created since the 1880's?? I didn't. Apparently, 'the Liberty Fabrics archive, is bursting to the brim with Liberty prints and sketches – all hidden away in oversized books, piles of labelled boxes and perfectly preserved paintings'. Liberty heaven, if you were to ask me. Unfortunately, the archives aren't open to the public. Oh, how I would love to sneak into the building where the Liberty archives are stored and pore over the plethora of exquisite patterns. I'd be as quiet as a mouse. Nobody would know I was there.  Just me and the  whispers of the Liberty designers of ages past.

I will continue stitching my pretty baskets later tomorrow evening for Slow Sunday Stitching. Here, at my little place we won't have much internet for the next week, so linking up and visiting the other lovely slow stitching ladies might be a tad difficult. I can but try. =)

Yes indeed, I have a book filled with Liberty print gift wrap papers. =) A Christmas gift♡

This week I watched Episcopalian Bishop Mariann Budde speak to Donald Trump and politicians in a prayer service. Her gentle message brought tears to my eyes; and to my heart. If you haven't seen it, please do. Her words are worthy of ponderation. Her words have caused a great deal of robust discussion among those of a conservative Republican persuasion; to put it mildly. Indeed, it has raised their ire.......they 'protesteth' rather loudly.  They expostulate how dare she have the gall, the effrontery, to ask the President; indeed all of us, to consider the weak, the frightened.....those in the minority, those with no voice; and show them kindness, compassion, humility,  love; and mercy. I for one admire her courage and grace.  It's going to take courage, grace, and hope; to walk the walk, and talk the talk in these times, me thinks. Let your little light shine, lovely ladies♡  I'm off to light my candle♡

Until the next time......