The school year progressed with my many a tussle with needle and thread. My pillowcase not fitting a pillow. My shorts ending up with one leg narrower than the other … yes well you get the idea.
Finally, as this was a non-compulsory class, I was asked by the powers-that-be if I would like to try something different? Well derrrr! They gave me a sharp pencil and put me in a technical drawing class with all the boys (I wasn't silly) and basically a Mechanical Draftsperson was born!
It wasn't until I – tomboy extraordinaire - met my Fine English Fellow (FEF), lived in London and travelled all through Europe, that I started to notice and appreciate beautiful fabrics and colours beyond the red dirt and eucalyptus green I was usually surrounded by.
FEF and I finally return to Australia (because I missed the sun), marry on a lovely Autumn day and have two beautiful girls 16 months apart. Suddenly though I feel the need to make something for them. Something to wrap them up in. Keep them safe and warm. Snug as a bug in a rug – well perhaps a quilt?
With my children’s every happiness at risk … yes I do tend to exaggerate … I decided to take on my nemesis … the sewing machine.
This is my time capsule, my record – if you like, of the quilts (and probably other bits) that I make and give. Whether that be to my family, friends or even complete strangers.
I've called this blog “Sew Giving” not because I'm a Saint or anything but because, ultimately, most of the quilts I make will be for the purpose of giving away … selfishly. Selfishly because I get a real kick out of seeing people’s faces light up when they are given something homemade – made especially for them. Selfishly because I don’t like to be beaten. For every success I have on the Sewing Machine is a little personal win!