With the general lack of craft related posts recently you could be forgiven for thinking I hadn’t been doing much actual sewing. On the contrary: I’ve been quilting and snipping every spare minute.
The hoover is dusty and the children are feral. But the swallow quilt is finished. It has been a long one. I hope you think the results are worth it. I could go on about this marathon project ad nauseum but won’t- I’ll just put up some of the zillions of photos I took excitedly this morning.
The embroidered script reads ‘mine is the morning’ from the hymn (or Cat Stevens song, depending on your preference!) ‘Morning Has Broken.’ The flowers all symbolise different things according to the Victorian language of flowers:
Almond blossom: promise; Oak leaves: strength; Daisy: purity; Celandine: joys to come; Thistle: nobility (and Scottish-ness!); Baby’s breath: innocence; Forget-me-nots: true love; Pink carnation: mother’s love; Buttercup: riches; and rowan as that’s the baby’s name!
I have a few folk to show it to and then it will be wending its way (by registered post!) to little Rowan. Phew.