Birthday roses

One of my daughter's best friends celebrated her 18th birthday yesterday. Daughter decided last week that she'd like to make her friend a quilt ... as you do! 

I directed her to Want It, Need It, Quilt where she promptly chose a 'Padstow' layer cake by Cabbages and Roses for Moda. Her choice took me by surprise a little - very 'English Roses', sophisticated and grown up.

 

The time frame demanded something simple, so she used my raw edge quilt tutorial. We argued debated enthusiastically about whether to use the two dominant red prints. I lost :) But  we compromised by including a few extra dark pink fabrics.

For a girl who has not shown much interest in sewing, I was very impressed with how quickly and perfectly she put this quilt together. She was decisive and focussed, dismissing any procrastinating on my part. "No Mum, no time for worrying about that. I have to finish this for Thursday"!

Admittedly, she ran out of time to hand stitch the bind. That was my job, into the wee hours of Thursday morning! And so, daughter arrived at school yesterday, a cold, bleak Thursday, with her birthday parcel tucked proudly under her arm. She even tolerated my request to take my point-and-shoot camera to school to snap some shots to show you! Her friend is a beautiful young girl, sincere and loyal. She was quietly overwhelmed with her gift, and I'm guessing the quilt will be used to snuggle under as she studies for her HSC later in the year. 

A mother's work

A very happy day to all mothers today. I hope you have been made to feel special for all that you do for your families.

I have put my hand up this term to teach Sunday School, and as coincidence would have it, a portion of today's lesson was about original sin and how God's disappointment manifested itself, in part, by decreeing that women would have pain in childbirth!

My group of young innocents (aged 9-12) were wide-eyed with the apparently new thought that their mothers may have endured pain in bringing them into the world. I suspect I sent them home with a newfound appreciation for their mothers, especially the boy who was one of seven :)

It is not new news that mothers are often asked to fulfil unusual requests for their children. My youngest fancies herself as a song writer and, as a writing task for school, has decided to produce her first album (!) 

She has written some songs with an anti-bullying theme, and centred on the concept of never having to walk alone through life. She asked me to take some thoughtful shots of her walking alone through the Botanic Gardens, hoping that she might use the photos for her album cover. Ha, my first official photo shoot :)

She spent a lot of time gazing pensively and meaningfully in a manner worthy of any sultry songstress!

 

The gardens are looking particularly beautiful right now and it was entirely pleasure on my part to wander about taking artistic shots of my lovely girl in the late afternoon light.

This is the same girl who was so ill last year, and whose sickness has had a profound and lasting effect upon her. It has left her with a compassion for others and their sufferings that she may well not have otherwise had.

As you might guess, I also took the opportunity to sneak an occasional shot of the Autumn loveliness of the gardens.

There is every hue of red, orange and gold strewn gloriously across the lawns and paths.

And the sasanqua camellias are stunning right now.

Since a child, I have been intrigued by the delicate, golden stamens that form ethereally from the centre of many blooms ...

... with their perfectly formed anthers floating atop, loaded richly with pollen. So beautiful!

I spotted this tiny curiosity as we left the gardens. It looks as if it may be related to the arums, but I really have no idea what it is. Equally beautiful in its own way!

Finally, as we approached the garden gate late in the afternoon, the sun was blazing gloriously on these three magnificent maples, standing sentry for all to admire. A breathtaking sight. And so ended one of the less arduous tasks asked of me as a mother!

Ice-cream slice

I'm guessing that in your part of the world, as in mine, there are recipes that 'go viral', being passed quickly from one person to the next. They are usually quick and easy, and as a consequence, often use processed ingredients. Chang's Crispy Noodle Chinese Cabbage Salad springs to mind! If there's an Australian who hasn't had this salad at a BBQ, I'd be surprised.

Now while I am not a big fan of using processed foods in recipes, this one tastes too good not to share :) Recipe courtesy of my mother. Who knows where it originated!

Ice-Cream Slice

600mL thickened cream 

1 tin condensed milk 

2 chocolate honeycomb bars, such as Violet Crumble or Crunchie 

1 packet Arnott's Malt 'O' Milk biscuits

Roughly chop the honeycomb bars. Combine cream and condensed milk in a bowl and whip until thick. Fold the chopped honeycomb bars through the mixture.

In a lined slice tray, place a layer of Malt 'O' Milk biscuits. Spoon the cream mixture over the top of the biscuits. Top with the remaining biscuits. Freeze until set. Cut into bars and watch it disappear!

May we be worthy of their sacrifice

Pictorial snippets of our Anzac Day 2013, a perfectly sunny Autumn day which drew large crowds for the parade and service.

Medals, carefully polished and pinned to proud chests.

Young and old, world's apart in experience, but one at heart today.

 School cadet corps, honouring the fallen.

So many young lives atrociously sacrificed 
for freedom for today's Australians.

Lest we forget.

Little hexagon purse

Today I put the final stitches in my version of Brigitte Giblin's Little Hexagon Purse, made at the request of my eldest daughter. That a seventeen-year-old would want to wear anything made by their mother is special enough, but that she still loves it (and me!) many months after it was requested is remarkable!

Self imposed deadlines to have this little purse finished came and went with monotonous regularity.

But today it is done! The colours and fabrics were chosen by my daughter to coordinate with her wardrobe, as described previously.

The hexagons are 1/2 inch, and hand pieced. I very much enjoyed my first hand piecing project and have a small insight into the addictive and therapeutic nature of this technique. I detailed some tips and tricks that I learned in this post.

And now there is nothing to wait for but a lift to town to christen the new wardrobe addition :)

My dog, my kite and me

My girls have been duly connected with their kites, and my felt table centre is completed.

The design is by Mandy Shaw of Dandelion Designs and is from Australian Homespun #109. It reminds me of scherenschnitte, a form of German paper cutting which I love.

The table centre is large, at almost 60cm across. I chose neutral colours in contrast to Mandy's more vibrant red and green. It is pure chance that it happens to match the carpet!

The table centre is essentially two layers of felt, the upper brown layer cut carefully with small scissors, and appliqued to a cream lower layer. 

I began blanket stitching by hand, but soon realised it would take me an eternity. So the hand stitching was unpulled and replaced with a machine blanket stitch. Only the kite strings are embroidered by hand. It is very satisfying to have finished a project - it has been a while :) And just quietly, I love it. Great pattern Mandy!

As useless as ...

... a kite without a string!

A problem to be rectified this evening :)

Happy Friday night to you.

Easter weekend at Bloom's place

A very Happy Easter to you! I hope that you are finding some time amidst the holiday celebration to wind down and relax. For our family, it is also a time to give thanks for Jesus and His unparalleled sacrifice and offer of forgiveness for humanity.

Sent of heaven God's own Son

 To purchase and redeem

 And reconcile the very ones

 Who nailed Him to that tree

Hillsong have released a new song for Easter this year. I am posting the song with the words - a sort of karaoke hymnal! - so you can sing away to your heart's content if you wish :)

Otherwise, our Easter weekend has been filled with lots of gardening ...

... and too many of these!

My boys have contented themselves with indulgent doses of Need for Speed.

Grandma is happy so long as she has a cup of tea and Wordwarp!

 

Although she and I have also spent an inordinate amount of time working on the 'random' placement of these blocks! This will be a flannel shaggy quilt for winter from mostly Anna Maria Horner fabrics. It will be scrumptious if we can ever conquer 'random'!

The youngest two have spent most of the weekend in their tree house. They have transformed it from its former 'three-doors-up-a-tree' look, to a more sophisticated model with a blackboard panel, and a purple feature wall. They are very impressed with their renovation skills.

Poor Miss 17 is very out of sorts with an assessment English speech hanging over her head. It must be going badly as she recently emerged from her room muttering, "Quite frankly, I'd rather be doing Maths"!

Enjoy what's left of the Easter weekend. I'm off to pull some more weeds. Bloom x

Dahlias and a discount

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My daughter and I walked into our local supermarket the other day to be greeted by this happy scene:

The local dahlia society had set up a cheerful display of the most perfect blooms.

I was quickly informed by the enthusiastic growers, that these blooms were mere understudies to the main performance at their Annual Show which was to be held the following weekend. 

Surely they were not telling me the truth. Could this really be the reserve list selection?!

Source

I received a thorough lesson on dahlia types, earnestly taught by an older lady whose passion for her blooms was evident by the sparkle in her eye as she spoke. 

She spoke of pom-pom, and peony ...

... anemone, and cactus forms. Who knew?!

The blooms varied in size from tiny sweet things, 
barely a half inch across ...

... to monster heads, wider than my handspan.

My teacher was evangelical in her horticultural enthusiasm, and I felt like gently patting her arm and assuring her, "It's OK, I get it ... I know the passion"!

But it was the perfect form of these flowers that left me gobsmacked. And while enormous credit goes to the growers, they are, for me, evidence of the creation of a higher being!

Have a blooming lovely week.