Hubblebird's Quilt Blog

As I write, I have just come back from our Saturday morning breakfast date.   I’ve put the dishwasher on, brought clothes in off the line ready to iron this evening, put another load of washing on, tidied the kitchen after last night’s dinner (I was too tired and went to bed before doing this last night), made the bed, got stuff out of the freezer to make Spaghetti Bolognese for dinner this afternoon, dried off three dogs that got out into the rain, swept leaves away from the back door and moved the soaking wet doormat under cover, chopped veg and put a pot of dog stew on the stove … and then went into town again to pick up an ink cartridge (that I forgot) so that I can print off my husband’s air tickets for his flights on Monday. I won’t have time tomorrow. When I got back from town I sorted out the printer, printed the tickets, printed another couple of templates for the not-so-modern quilt that I desperately want to finish, found new fabrics, measured, cut and pinned these ...

On Monday I took a road trip with my friend, Belinda, to the quaint little town of Berry on the New South Wales coast. Berry is about 2 hours north of my home, sort of half-way between Batemans Bay and Sydney.   It’s a pretty good drive on the Princes Highway.   We set off around 7.00am and stopped for fuel and coffee along the way, passing through Ulladulla and Milton.  Arriving in Berry at about 9.30am Belinda went on to Kiama to spend some time with one of her childhood friends.   I find this fascinating as I don’t know anyone (other than family) from my childhood! I guess that’s part of growing up in the military. I went to eight different schools from primary through to high school.   All, apart from one, were British Forces schools and I think that all students were so transient that we didn’t keep in touch. The same goes for my brother and sisters.   My brother has one friend from high school that he keeps in touch with.   Of course, thin...