Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Considering this is my theme I feel I have been unacceptably quiet on the topic. So, firstly, let me show you a peek view of my quilt.
And secondly let me tell you a bit about what it is not going to be about! I am betting that a good number of us thought about, and may have used, fingerprints when considering identity. But how many have actually had their fingerprints taken in a Police Station? Not only have I had it done but I was a young child. What heinous crime did I commit to deserve this? Well, nothing actually.
There was an openday at the local Police station where families could go and look at what the Police did. I remember it was pretty cool getting near a Police motorcycle and there may even have been horses. Or I might be making that bit up, I don't really remember. What I do remember though is getting my prints taken and having black inky fingertips. I remember it becuase I felt very proud and special, better than any other kid in the room because, you see, it was my Dad (My Dad!) who was the Scenes of Crime Police Officer taking the prints.
So fingerprints seemed like a good theme for my quilt because not only to they relate to the theme generally but a part of my identity is tied up with being my Dad's daughter. Being my Dad's daughter explains why I have red hair, arthritic knees, wrinkly knuckles, have actually rung Crimewatch with information and have twice broken up a domestic violence assault in a street.
But then I got another idea so I am not doing fingerprints after all. But I am still proud of my Dad.