A quilting adventure

This Friday we took a trip up to London town to see the V&A's Quilts exhibition - something I've been looking forward to for months. Unfortunately, I think we picked the hottest, busiest day to go so it was difficult to read all the interesting stories behind the exhibits. But it got me thinking, what story will my quilt tell? Will it even have a story? Some of those in the exhibition were so powerful, documenting love, marriage, births, deaths, periods of intense patriotism, regional and national identity and developments in taste and fashion.


Liberty Jack, Janey Forgan, 2008

While trawling through info online, I also came across the work of Ian Hundley, from Brooklyn, NY. He transforms topographical maps into giant quilts. They are quite beautiful - and certainly something to aspire too!


Oberg White, Ian Hundley, 2006


Bierbergen Oedelum Black, Ian Hundley, 2006

And here is my modest attempt... One day... one day!

As I walked out one midsummer morning...

...to steal the words of Laurie Lee.

Yesterday was the longest day of the year so I decided to celebrate by taking a different route to work. It took me past gardens of wild poppies, dripping palms and powdery roses. I think I will go that way again...

Hello!

So... here I am, writing my first blog post. I'm not sure where to start. The weekend has been another lovely one. It is Father's Day today and, quite fittingly, I have spent much of the time pursuing interests that I share with my dad. Yesterday, we bought our first record player. I have been pretty much glued to it ever since. There is something so therapeutic about listening to music in this way. The ritual and care that comes with putting a record on means that you listen so much more carefully and with such relish. So often now, music becomes just another noise against the background buzz and hum of life. Now I understand the time and effort dad spent cleaning, ordering and playing his collection when I was younger.

I managed to while away a good hour in the record shop, before coming away clutching a handful of favourites. This, plus a spot of shopping for pens and paper, browsing the vintage shops for bargains and supping cava with friends on the beach in the sun have all made this weekend a good one to be in the city.

Happy Father's Day!