Brunswick Street

I apologise, everyone, that I am cutting and pasting this post from my blog because today I am sick and can hardly think straight enough to write anything fresh! When I am well again, I'll come back and visit your quilts and comment.

Remember how I managed to be a month early for my Twelve by Twelve challenge? I'm still amazed by that, but...

TA DAH!!

Here it is.

The theme was "Community" and even though it's a huge cliche to see a community as a tree, the more I thought about this theme the more meaningful that tree image became to me. We have moved quite often and the communities that I have been a part of that have meant the most to me and that I have enjoyed the most have been the ones where every individual is valued and appreciated for who they are. I love to be in communities where every leaf is different and there are a few nuts growing amongst them! In February I visited Melbourne and met up with some bloggers ( Hi Crafty! Hi Stomper!) for dinner in Brunswick Street. It must be one of the best places in the whole world! While we were sitting there talking I watched out of the window as people walked by - Harajuku-styled kids, an old guy on a bicycle who was a dead ringer for Robert Winston, tattooed chicks in leathers and, later, as we walked along the street, a middle-aged transsexual in a really bad blonde wig sat reading the paper.