This is the latest of my finished projects. It's a quilt for The Boy with Dutchman's Puzzle blocks combined with a Flying Geese border. It's hand pieced. Hand quilted. Started about six years ago on a school excursion to Canberra. The Dutchman's Puzzle, chosen by him, with its centres reminiscent of windmill blades, is a nice nod to our love off all things Nederland.
His dad and I had kids when we were just kids ourselves. While our friends were spending their youth in nightclubs, The Man and I were spending it on nightfeeds. Friends did the post-school European adventure; we did Wiggles concerts and holidays in Huskisson. And so, when I'd finally got my degree, ten years after leaving school, with the promise of tulips and cheese, we packed up our children, our furniture, our lives, and relocated to Holland for a European adventure of our own.
We got jobs, we found a house in a village of thatched rooves and cobbled roads. And yes, it had a working molen (windmill). The children started school. There was only one moment in the five years that I doubted the decision to become 'het meisje naast de deur". It passed. We began to build a little life there.
Everytime I get on my beautiful fiets with it's large wheels and touring comfort, I am back in Holland. And I hope that's what this quilt does for The Boy. The quilt's on his bed. He lives in Sydney's Inner West; a sharehouse, architecturally vintage, with detailed high ceilings and explansive hallways, with lovely housemates who set each other baking challenges. I sent him a text to tell him the quilt was ready. His reply? Can I come over now?
It's a lovely quilt. His colours, his design. His quilt.
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