Oranges and Lemons…

I am sure I remember reading somewhere that this ditty “oranges and lemons…” was about the plague? It sure feels like the plague here.

Lily was sick last week. And last night Jake and Bella fell ill. This has left me with several questions about the universe:

1. Why do children always vomit at night?

2. Why does the last supper before the vomit always seem to consist of rice?

3. Are you really meant to wash whole beds of linen covered in vomit? (I am sure somewhere on the label it says to bin it.)

4. Isn’t there are warning on all white goods(washing machines included) not to operate in the middle of the night?

5. Why is it that when they are only 5 steps from the bathroom children still manage to aim for the bed when vomitting?

So we are tucked in here at home. It is raining. I have cancelled work for a bit and I am running around washing and making toast and diluted cordial.

Sympathy please.

The Finish Line!

Apparently it is snowing somewhere near home.
In spite of the cold and rain we are warm inside.
Today I finally finished another quilt that I have been experimenting with for months.

I decided to use a range of fabric squares from Denise Schmidt and randomly blocked them with white sashing. The fun has been the hand quilting in bright coloured embroidery cottons.

Even the back of the quilt is a bit playful.

Sometimes no plan is the best plan. And the best creations just evolve when you trust in your instincts.

Rain, haze and no sunshine

Today it is grey…… from the cold grey of the asphalt across at the school, to the concrete buildings and the sullen sky. The silhouette of the trees, bare and leafless.

Our house is still full of the chaos of a morning when all 6 of us leave the house early. The fog of unmade beds, clothing strewn across the floors, toys and papers, an unwiped table and the remnant of breakfast.

We need colour and calm.

We need spring to come.

We need new life and a new day.

Rise Up – Third Day – Wherever you are 2005

Well, I was there when you were torn apart

Now a piece of you is gone

Somehow you wish that you could only find

A little strength to carry on

You’ve tried so hard to make it on your own

That your heart has come undone

So I am here to prove that I alone

Have the power to overcome

Don’t let your heart be troubled

This world will never keep you down

It will never keep you down

So rise up, my friend

No, this will never be the end

So rise up, my friend

And live again I didn’t want you to feel this way

It’s not what life was meant to be

And so for you, my friend, I’ll take your shame

You can give it all to me

‘Cause you’ve wrestled demons every day

And they’ve dragged you to your knees

But in your weakness you will learn to find

That I will always be your strength

In life or in death

Through joy or regret

And all of the secret things you have done

No matter what comes, my friend

Nothing can keep you from the love of God