Palliative Care Quilt.

Mrs TD needed taxiing to her Linus group meeting today, she needed to collect some quilts for delivery to the hospital and, in particular, she needed to collect this quilt. The picture panels were painted on fabric by a palliative care patient who, I'm sure, was counting the seconds it took for the quilter to complete the work. The pose reminds me of a picture in a magazine that I once saw: it was of a Navaho woman holding up a woven blanket she had just completed; in the background was the new pick-up truck she had just swapped for her labours. Being a bit of a nerd, I took the trouble to work out (as near as I could with the limited data available) how long it would have taken her and, using the rates of pay that a skilled craftsman could earn, decided that it was a fair trade. Weaving is one of the many crafts that I have tried to master, but has made way for all my other interests; the rather large loom has slept undisturbed under the bed for more that twenty years. A friend once commented that I should sell my woven items but, alas, I don't think any resident of Roslin would be prepared to pay the price of a truck for one of my pieces, whatever its merits were.

Later we took the dogs for a stroll in The Glen and noticed that the current trend for pebble stacking continues unabated. Not everyone likes them, but they give a lot of people harmless amusement.