OK - so how wild, colourful, crazy is this gigantic patchwork cover? And even crazier is that my Great
Grandfather did it back in the 1960s. Clearly in touch with his (I won't say feminine side) "creative" side, Harry Jones, from Wales, was in his younger days a miner, but was prolific with his needlework to say the least.
It's currently on my daughters bed and she loves it.
Recently I was given by my grandfather a bag with hundreds and hundreds of fabric
hexagons, all made up with old 1950's material, waiting to be sewn together. Now this was indeed fate, as I had toyed with the idea of making a patchwork cushion or quilt for sometime, but had been put off by the idea of making all the patches. Problem solved. My dear great-grandfather (RIP) has done it for me - so now I get to finish something he started nearly 60 years ago. It doesn't get much better than that.
I will post some pics of the
hexagons in next post - you'll love them!!!
TTFN
xxxx
Eeek. I am so excited about sharing this with you. You just can't look at the pictures on this one you have to read on....
So here are the copious amounts of patchwork hexagons I was given by my Grandpa. There are so many, they go on and on.....I'm thinking OCD.....oh dear it's in my genes.
So many different types of fabric.
And wouldn't you believe it - my favourites, a tiny rose pattern, the kind I would have chosen myself, he HASN'T made up! How inconsiderate!
My favourite
But here's the thing. There were also hundreds of cardboard hexagons ready to wrap. I began to realise they had been made from old greetings cards (obviously a big on recycling)(or really skint).
Lots of Christmas Cards.
So I started looking through them all - and out of all the hundreds there were - there was just one that had a name on it.
And it was mine. My mother's handwriting and my tiny scrawls. I must have been about 2 years old.
See my tiny kiss x
