Rare Walton's moment

I don’t think that I could have imagined a more cliché afternoon.  With a husband, beer-in-hand watching the rugby and a son skulking off to his bedroom to play Mindcraft, to the back drop of my girls, giggling raucously in the bath playing "hair salons and husbands", I had the dining room table to myself and with head bent over the sewing machine I finished off my latest quilting project. For one, weird hour we had all settled down to do exactly what we wanted to do yet inadvertently found ourselves living out a quasi Brady Bunch come Walton’s moment that any other day of the week I would have found impossible to attribute to our family!

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My quilting projects are always very small. It’s definitely my love for colour, pattern and all the lovely fabrics that are available now that spurs me on rather than the thought of me sitting by the fire (haven’t got one) needle poised. But cushions and lap blankets have proven to hold my attention just long enough and then make a fabulous instant uplift to the home. That said, this squares for this latest project were a birthday present to me from my sister (pre-cut!) and yet here I am finishing it 16 months later.

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The arms of our chairs are covered with lap blankets – just big enough to snuggle up with in front of the tele or to read a book under.  And they are manageable enough in size to work on in the evenings and feel like you are actually making progress! 

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So having had a chuckle to myself and wondering how it is that we have come to live out such a gender stereotypical afternoon, I have again had to pull myself up short remembering that I have an afternoon of tissue pompom making planned with the girls next weekend!