
What with going away for ten days, and Kevin's heart jumping all over the place and all the associated running around that went with getting him to doctors and having blood tests, it has occurred to me that I have neglected to post finished pics of my Road to St Louis quilt. Here is some of the border quilting....slightly wonky because I am not very experienced at free-motion work, but finished nevertheless. The pretty variegated Aurifil thread is a lovely aqua colour.

And here is the whole quilt, well most of it - either Kevin moved when he was holding it up while standing on a little stool (those are the stool's legs peeking out at the bottom, not Kevin's) - or, more likely, I moved the camera j-u-s-t as I snapped the photo. As you can see, I am fond of green; the bottom photo is truer to the colour, the close-up looks a bit washed out but really it's a soft pretty green.
But it's finally finished. Yay for me. And it kept me warm on a couple of cold nights in Canberra.
Today Australia and New Zealand are celebrating, if that is the right word, ANZAC Day. It's the day when we remember the sacrifices of those who fought in wars for our country. My father was stationed in Papua New Guinea in WWII (as we found out a few years ago, he was in the War Graves unit) and never, never, ever spoke of his experiences - he was only 25YO when the war ended and it affected him profoundly. Consequently it affected all of us; my mother, my brothers and me. He was not a happy man, he was a distant, sometimes abusive, father who walked out one day and never contacted any of us ever again; we found out he had died many years after it happened. War doesn't only take people's lives....it takes away their souls too.
I don't celebrate much on Anzac Day.
Jennifer