Yesterday was a whirl wind of crafty goodness. In the space of a day Mum and I took in Craft 2.0, the Quilt Wellington Exhibition and quilt symposium vendors mall.

While there are no pictures to illustrate my busy day, I’ll try to point you in the right direction for some more information.

It was my first Craft 2.0 and I was impressed. We turned up at 10, just after it opened and the place was packed. The craft was fantastic and there were so many new discoveries – Silver Circus, Free Range Baby and Corn Tree to name a few. I even got to meet the lovely Steph of Love Stitches.

The Quilt Wellington Exhibition blew me away. It finishes on Tuesday, and if you have any chance of getting there. I was most impressed with the works of Katherine Morrison. Her works exalt the blanket to a whole new level. While some may argue it’s not what they call quilting, you can find some of her works here to make up your own mind.

I feel I was very restrained at the symposium vendors’ mall. I came away feeling very lucky to have one of the best stores just 20 minutes up the road all year round. There were some new treasures to be found too. As part of my recent felt bent, I ended up with some wonderful kitsets and embellishments from The Wool Patch.

After that busy, busy day, I really need to rest for the rest of my Easter weekend so here’s hoping the weather holds.

I was treated to an indulgent day to myself on Saturday. Almost 6 hours of just me, the sewing machine and a few projects to work on. At the moment everything is looking very red, white and yellow.

The first was Little e’s new curtains. We are in the process of moving her into a new room. I have a weakness for ticking and rick rack, hence the new red curtains. Ticking can be so fickle to work with. It was truly a case of measure twice and cut once. As soon as we manage to get the last of our things out of Little e’s room, I promise I’ll show them. For now, here’s a glimpse of my first attempt at ticking curtains.

The wedding quilt is coming along too, with both the four patches and nine patches completed. Now it’s time to put together the setting blocks.

The day wasn’t spent entirely alone. I have a habit of forgetting to stop and eat when I get carried away and so I had a small visitor and her dad deliver me my lunch and afternoon tea.

We’ve been talking about birth plans in the midwife appointments. These sorts of plans include words that you never think about until you have to have a baby, for example placenta, episiotomy and pethidine. I can think of some nicer plans, involving things that I have some semblance of control over. The plan goes like this:

After giving birth to my beautiful baby, and having that crucial skin to skin contact, I think I might be hungry. I will promptly tuck into some fresh sushi complete with all the raw fish I couldn’t eat while pregnant. I’m sure the sushi bar opened nearby purely to meet this need. This sushi will be washed down with a glass of champagne. Later, I will tuck into a bowl of hot chips with fresh aoli, made with real eggs – salmonella be damned, and maybe some shell fish or soft cheese.

Now that my appetite is sated, I will sleep for many hours without my bladder competing for space with a wriggly baby. The next morning, feeling fully refreshed after the long sleep, I will slip into my pre-pregnancy jeans before leaving the hospital with one darling tucked safely in my arms and the other two at my side.

Is that too much to ask? Ignoring the facts that my maternity jeans had more wear after, rather than during the last pregnancy, I’m not sure that I’m allowed champagne in the hospital and a full night’s sleep is going to be a very long way off.

I think I will just settle for a safe delivery and healthy baby to boot. That’s my plan.