This is my mother, Sally, and I in 1981- outside the farm cottage we lived in. Our spaniel dog, Bonnie, is just walking out of the picture, but that's her to the right. By the end of the 1980s, my Mum had trained as a nurse, given birth to six babies, was a prolific crafter and had inspired much creativity in me, my younger siblings, and any friends that visited our busy home.
Today my Mum turns 51.
She's my crafty heroine. She's a mother of six, and grandmother of five (nearly six!)
She's a full-time quilter, embroiderer, spinner, dyer, knitter, baby-blanket-crocheter, pianist, violinist, gardener, avid reader and small-dog-lover. She has a scary amount of amazing fabric and yarn and instills the belief that a gigantic collection of material is just a important to a crafter as a full selection of paints is to a painter. Like me, she doesn't care much for exercise, but you'll never see her sitting still. She makes sure there's a sock-knitting project in any car she might have to travel in. And yes, I'm sure she knitted that white pixie outfit I'm sporty- gosh, I hope it was winter, Mum!
I made her a new handbag for her birthday - using *nearly* the last of that waterlily linen-
...and now we have cards, curry and cake to make, for our dinner with her tonight. Happy birthday, Mum! We love you lots, and thank you for everything you do. x