Sunday, July 22, 2012
My Mexican toned lap quilt has found a new home in our lounge room. These fabrics make me feel very alert and provoke thoughts of warmer climes, spicy food and street music!
Many years ago, when I was in my early 20's, I was on my second trip to the US and Canada and had taken a trip down into Mexico with a Swedish boy who was absorbing my attention for those few moments. His name was Magnus. He was a forester in Sweden in the summertime and earned enough that he travelled for the winter months.
We went on a bus down to Tijuana and continued south a few hours by community station wagon, squeezed between locals carrying dogs, chicken, you name it, all the cliches were in that car. It was hot and sweaty and I was very content squeezed up against my Swede.
We stayed a few days in a beach side town, the name I don't recall. We swam, we cartwheeled on the beach and we sat talking for many many hours in a little shack that made tacos, the real deal, while we sucked on 60c Coronas. He baked, he sewed, he was a bit of a revelation for those moments.
These colours remind me fleetingly of that place, at least two lifetimes ago. Something I haven't thought about for so very long, part of the path that led me here to my little gang. Mostly though, I am enjoying the sheepy smell of the Matilda's wool batting and figuring that you can actually fit two adults and two increasingly bigger small children happily under a moderately sized lap quilt.
My words read Made for the four of us to snuggle under on our couch on chilly nights. July 2012