Whenever I inhale that distinct tobacco sent (which I haven't done for years as its not really a habit kept in this day and age) I am taken back to a time when I was just a little girl sitting on his knee in a tiny flat in Port Melbourne, listening to the tales he told with his deep welsh accent.
Of course I had to have more of this fabric so I went back to my supplier and ordered her last lot. So now this fabric as well as some of the other ones pictured will be used in my quilt. And I will be reminded daily of that special memory. To me that is what a heirloom quilt is all about, connecting the past with the present.
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Hi LB, I cant believe you havent had baby yet! Are you now overdue? I started cutting my quilt today, was going to originally do log cabin but decided on different size blocks instead,I need my quilt to be a bit disorderly(very much like myself) and I haven't got your wonderful skills in sewing being an art teacher instead. i love your choice of fabrics particularly the bicycles, when I have some time I will sort out my blog properly to share some of my fabrics etc. take care XX
Oh wow! I'm loving the bike fabric! I actually bought something similar yesterday! Nothing like vintage style fabrics to make you happy! :)
Can't wait to see what they become!
Ther fabrics are beautiful Kathryn and sad about the bicycle one all gone, I too have a memory of my Danish grandfather smoking a pipe as well, its so true certain things evoke memories, love all the fabrics and am looking forward to seeing you make them into quilts, have a good week, hope a baby is in the week for you.
Lyn
don't you love the way some of the least expected things can remind us of the past. what a great find for you. Jane x
Hi Kathryn I have just discovered tour website and blog since your article in Country Style. I love your work and enjoy your blog so much. It brings me such joy to read it. No entry today and I guess many of us are wondering if today was the day the nest recieved a new baby bird. Take care. Judy
These fabrics are just lovely. I love the colour combination.
I am enjoying reading your beautiful blog.
Just read about the baby on facebook - congratulations and best wishes to you all.
I can relate so well to that pipe smell, or cigar smell. My father smoked both through my childhood, and you could literally follow your nose (or rather that whisp of a smell wafting across the yard) to find him in the shed pottering away pipe in mouth.
What a great mental connection of the pipe/quilt to your grandfather. What a great story to tell your kids also!~
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