Don't you just love, quick and easy projects that turn out well! I have made this my treasure today for Melody's Tuesday Treasures:
Here is the delightful 'Twirl' fabrics quilt, made with the layer cake quilt kit.
It is so bright and beautiful and was very quick and easy to make (as you can see). This is a 'quilt top in a day' guaranteed! ... well, if you start early and don't get distracted as I always do. It took me a couple of days and then I quilted it so all up would have been three days to completely finish it.
I took it to town last Friday to give to my wonderful friend Nancy for her Inspirational Quilts Charity ...BUT ... due to a sequence of events I didn't get to give it to her ... BUT .... I will get it to her when I next go to town.
It has been over 5 months since we had her funeral but it took this long for the miniscule preparation involved in tucking her under the gravetop with my brother and father.
I was surprised at how emotional I was. I know that sounds a bit strange but I had grieved for mum for the last ten years and by the time she died it was pretty well done.
The woman that was my mother died many years ago. The person we saw and interacted with in the meantime was like a ghost. Sometimes she was present but mostly she was an ethereal host. Her eyes, as 'windows to the soul', had long since clouded over, their sparkle and clarity long gone. So when the tears came on Friday, beside her grave, I was a little surprised at their unexpected and spontaneous profusion. I thought I 'had it all together'. My sister stoically spluttered general niceties and conversation but I just wanted to quietly say goodbye.
I kissed her wedding ring and gently dropped it into the box containing her ashes. It sank with a gentle 'ooof'. The box was closed again and was then nestled in her final resting place.
Mum is surrounded by native plants, which she would have loved. There is a small waterway quite near which runs seasonally and is surrounded by wattle trees. Gazanias grow with gay abandon on the neglected graves and beside the paths. She loved the Gazanias that grew wild on the nature strips of our street. This older part of the cemetery is mostly dry crusty ground with dirt paths. This is the place for a 'country girl' to rest.