Recently my eldest Son, Jarred, celebrated his 22nd birthday. He and my Daughter, Chantelle, are sharing a flat (apartment) together in the big smoke - Melbourne (the capital city of Victoria in Australia). They had recently bought some new furniture for the loungeroom but didn't have any soft furnishings. So .... what do I do????? Sew of course and soooo it seemed logical to fix that little detail for him. So quilted birthday cushions were born!
About 2 years ago Jarred broke my heart (only because what Mother wants to be separated by thousands of miles of ocean from their Child) by moving to New York, New York to attend ballet school. Now don't get me wrong - I was thrilled for him - I mean what an opportunity right? A little boy from country Australia attending ballet school in New York City? Only in his wildest dreams - now coming true - and on scholarship no less!! But... he was gone for over a year and Skype hugs just don't feel like the real thing! Anyway, He is home now and living only an hour or so away. So, of course, the black New York Cushion is in remembrance and celebration of his dreams and time in New York and to remind him everytime he looks at it how proud his Mum is of him. Phew - getting soppy just putting this down on virtual paper!
Jarred and Chantelle (18) are very close - as well as being brother and sister they are also very good friends. They love to hang out together and have talked of travelling together. Not to be outdone in the travel stakes (and giving her Mother's heart a little scare - legimately right - cause wouldn't you worry about your 17yr old Daughter travelling Asia without a friend??? please tell me I am not just a worry wart???), Chantelle spent a month last year travelling in Vietnam and volunteering an impoverished family to help build their house in a little village. Now they both talk about going to Paris together to see this most beautiful and wondrous city. So, this cushion is meant to be a visual and constant reminder to keep that dream alive.
As a Family we are extremely close - therefore, the reason for this fabric - fairly self evident I think. We may not share the same roof any longer but the heartstrings are still firmly attached. If Mum can't be there for the flesh and blood hug - just grab this pillow, I'll know when you do, and you will feel my squeezy, squeezy hug!
Until next time, happy quilting, knitting, sewing, crafting ....