Hi there everyone! Hope you all had a great Easter (if you celebrate it) and are having a wonderful weekend.
My email account was hacked yesterday – I’m so sorry if you received a strange email from me. Well, stranger than usual. Hotmail was onto it fairly quickly and shut my account down – it was really hard for me to verify I was the account owner because I hadn’t changed all my alternate contacts since leaving France. So learn from my mistakes here – make sure all your security details (phone number, alternate email, etc) are up to date as it makes account reactivation so much quicker.
But back to the crafting! The weekend before Easter I convinced Marg to come out again and we headed off to see the Brisbane Stitches and Craft Show.
We met up at South Bank Parklands, with its gorgeous bougainvillaea arbour:
And then marched on to the Exhibition Centre (straight past the markets, no stopping, how’s that for dedication):
I was still wearing a moon boot for my broken foot at this stage, so marching is probably a little over-exaggerated. However, we got there all the same.
There were 25 or so quilting/sewing related stalls (out of 100) which isn’t a bad ratio.
We enjoyed looking over the exhibited items such as the Queensland Lace Guild display:
There were the Challenge Quilts which had to include this source fabric:
Lots of interesting techniques to study (but for the love of Liberty, don’t you dare touch):
We also spent some time perusing the Texstyle Exhibit, which showcased fabric based design projects created by Year 12 (graduating) high school students.
We loved this dress (for its techniques – we are both past our ra-ra skirt wearing days):
Nuno, you say? Why yes, the technique of felting loose fibres to a lightweight, gauzy fabric. And did you know it was developed in Australia?
After all the lovely fabric:
Textures:
Ideas:
And seeing the guts of a Bernina machine:
We were very hungry and decidedly parched:
Then we wandered down to the Brisbane River:
And caught the ferry upstream:
Dark clouds were brewing and a storm warning was issued. Marg’s lovely daughter offered to drive me home, saving me a train ride. Or even a bike ride:
Lipton Ice Tea. Gee, that reminds me of something:
Oh Hugh, never stop dancing. Or taking your shirt off.
Have a great weekend, tout le monde!
P.S. I was doing nearly the exact same thing in Marseille this time last year.