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Cast and Crew
The Golfer:: My loving husband of some 20 years (yes, I was a child bride!), who likes nothing better than flogging a little white ball around the green fairways (and hopefully not getting into the rough) of his local golf course.
Ma & Pa Kettles:: My parents who live in the country, fondly known as The Kettles. Sadly my gorgeous Dad died in 2015, so it’s just Mum now.
MyDearFIL & MIL:: The Golfer’s Dad & Mum who have now both passed away.
LittleBigBrother:: My brother who is younger than me, but at 6 foot, definitely bigger than me!!
DocSisterInLaw:: LittleBigBrother’s wife (who has a Doctorate!)
Poppet:: My beautiful niece, and daughter of LittleBigBrother and DocSisterInLaw
(blis) n. 1. perfect happiness; serene joy
Obviously the collective noun for a group of stitchers!!
- So, that’s all the snakes made, now to cut more of the joining section and piece the blocks #snaketrailsal #gettingthereslowly #handpiecing #fiveandtenThought it might be fun to do a “what do you hand piece with?”This quilt weighs a tonne dry and double that when wet! Just wrestled it onto the clothes horse to dry in the Spring sunshine ☀️ #mrsbillingscoverlet #washingmywinterquiltDon’t you just love that new-leaf limey green? Especially against a gentle blue Spring sky? And that soft white and pink of blossom? #melbourneinspring #itsabeautifuldayintheneighbourhood
You can purchase my templates here::
::Addicted to Fabric
::Heather’s Quilting Emporium
:: Sewing Buddies Australia
::Sewn and Quilted. **
** happy to post overseas.
(For links to these stores, please go to the end of the Templates Page on the bar above)
---- "Style is knowing who you are,
what you want to say,
and not giving a damn." ----
-----"Be yourself.....everyone else is taken." ------
Attributed to Noel Coward
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With the advent of February I’m slowly starting to get back into routine; it was hard to remember what day of the week it was without my regular “happenings” in January! Classes start back this week, and I’ve opted to … Continue reading
Last Saturday morning The Golfer dragged me out of bed, bade me put on my slippers (which he’d laid at my feet), took me by the hand and lead me out the front door, along the verandah, through the gate … Continue reading