I was completely fascinated by the production of something from what seemed to be very little.I moved around alot during the early years and it would seem that most I went to stay with had creative hobbies of some kind.But sadly not always the time to teach me what they were doing.I would be given pencil and paper to fill my time, I loved to draw and I have no doubt that this was the perfect way to keep me quiet whilst they got on with what they were doing.
But over those early years I did manage to absorb what people were doing, by the time I was in junior school I could make my own very basic clothing, I could crochet, I liked to knit on a dolly pin [finger knitting], was allowed to sit at my nans loom and if I sat very still and didnt talk too much [for a treat I may be able to push the shuttle across] and on highdays or rainy Sunday afternoons I could sit and cut out the hexagons from old christmas cards for my nans patchwork box.
My nan, bless her did try to teach me to knit, but she didnt have the patience or maybe I wouldnt sit still long enough, but I did so want to learn.In those days needlework was part of our school curriculum, both boys and girls learnt to sew and made their first apron ready for cookery class.We also learnt to embroider, do our own designs for cross stitch and eventually learnt to knit.But I was not taught by a teacher, but a girl in my class at lunch break, she was left handed and some how taught me to knit right handed when no one else could, I concluded from this that I learn visually and had in my mind started to knit before I held the needles in my hand. Knitting has been a long term friend and a hobby I have on the go at all times, although these days my projects seem small scale compared to my youth, where upon the bigger the project the greater the satisfaction. These days of time constraints , I am happy to complete items for new babies or tea cosies.

My last big project was a winter throw for keeping warm whilst watching films, but it is a cheat really as is made up of many ,many squares stitched together and a border added.
My current patchwork project has memories of my childhood stitched into it. I call it my Daisy project, as the design is made up of flower heads of multiple colours, once all the flowers have been completed I will seperate them with a background of white hexagons, but I am not at that stage yet.
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I can see there is part of a christmas card here from me as a child to my nan and grandpa. |
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Lots of Daisies |
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Some of the butterflies which will be flying over the quilt when completed. |
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Stage 1,the flower centre. |
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The green polka fabric was from my nans sewing basket and was once part of one of her Sunday dresses. |
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Stage 2. |
The templates that I use for cutting out, are infact the ones from my nans patchwork box, infact some of the fabrics are too.So as I sit and hand stitch the peices together I am combining the past as well as today. I am making this patchwork quilt in honour of my sadly passed youngest daughter, her name was Daisy and she loved butterflies. It will not be finished any time soon, but I like that about it, each time I pick a peice up and sew, I feel like I am in a better place, it gives me some serene time.