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
