I was ready to leave the studio last night, as the second half of the rugby rolled on out of the television set; seemingly a magnet to all eyes but mine. I'd been in the kitchen gluing tiny little books while the yahooing carried on, listening to Joni Mitchell on my Ipod 'Both Sides Now' - on repeat...
In packing my bags together I came across a bag of fabric which has been passed down through the family from my dear Grannie, who recently turned 95. Back in her day she was a talented seamstress and dressmaker, creating the most exquisite gowns which adorned the bodies of many thrilled customers. She even made her own wedding dress, and also my first tutu that I practically lived in as a child.
(yes, I fancied myself a bit of a jack of all trades - either that or I had an identity crisis or chronic indecisiveness, I just wanted to wear it all at once, so I did...pic taken in 1978)
Our Edith (my Grannie) even made her own quilt cover, under which she now sleeps - it's absolutely beautiful, covered in pretty pink flowers. She sits under it in the morning and sips tea like a true lady would, out of her beautiful tea cup and saucer which actually match. I am not sure that was intentional - it just seems flowers follow her wherever she goes.
I found some off cuts of this particular quilt fabric, and I saw a journal in my mind. Instead of going home to my house in the trees, I found myself minutes later laying out fabric, cutting up leather and trimming boards. In between some current commissions, I had prepared some tea-stained archive text paper that I had not decided quite what to do with - but today I found the time to stitch and complete this sweet journal.
This one's for you, my dear Grannie. xxx