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The Power of Love

By Sue PrichardWhen I agreed to give the lunchtime lecture ‘Making Love at the V&A’ I had no idea the title would generate such a flurry of anticipation, and indeed trepidation. 'Timeout’ appeared to be a little disappointed, describing it as ‘perhaps unfortunately not what it sounds like’. One member of the audience made no bones about it ‘I hope this isn’t going to be embarrassing’. Oh dear – who would have thought that such a short word could create such havoc.

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And now the end is near, its time to face the final curtain…

Actually I had high hopes for this my final blog. I rang the 'IT Crowd' with the suggestion that they could do something wizzy and overlay this entry with Ole' Blue Eyes singing 'My Way'. However, we got involved in a long discussion about copyright and I started to lose the will to live. However you get the gist – I am yesterday's woman, I've had my 15 minutes of fame, I am about to be put out to grass. I said my final goodbye to Quilts 1700-2010 with atour for the agedmother (a cross between Mrs Malaprop and Count …

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Your dinner is in the dog…

Actually we don't have a dog, although Dobby the House Elf seems to spend an inordinate amount of time goggling images of cute pug puppies. However I am yet again in the doghouse. As you know the husband likes nothing more than pottering about in the kitchen concocting elaborate suppers and cold collations when, quite frankly, I'd be just as happy with a tub of hummus and a bag of designer crisps. He had somewhat optimistically assumed that once the exhibition opened I would be pulling a 9-5 (where he got that idea I can't imagine). Instead I've been ringing …

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Writer’s Block

I’ve been a bit out of sorts recently – the Muse has packed her bags, tossed her head and matched out of the building without so much as a backward glance. I couldn’t think of anything to put on paper. I tentatively suggested that Claire might like to write a guest column, hovering around her desk in an encouraging manner but to no avail. To be fair she was in the middle of dealing with about 50 enquriies on the one hand and trying to write her paper for the conference on the other. Fearful she might emulate the Muse …

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I shall support her as long as I can, because she is a woman…

I am by nature a woman’s woman. I like the sense of female solidarity you get when you are with a group of like minded women. When the husband was working abroad, my daughters and I would have weekly ‘girlie nights’, huddled on the sofa with bowls of Haribo, covered by our quilts and watching episodes of ‘Pingu’ and ‘Friends’ – an eclectic mix. As a special treat they would be allowed to attend the ‘Prichard soirees’ – friends would be invited round for supper, and coerced into making lavender bags and cakes for the school fete. All this would …

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Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again…

Actually last week I was whisked off by the husband to Frenchman’s Creek. I had been suffering from anxiety dreams again, you know the ones. I would find myself standing up before a packed lecture theatre pontificating about the exhibtion when I would suddenly look down and discover that I had forgotten to get dressed […]

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I’m not exactly a Luddite…

But I confess I’m not exactly au fait with new technology …..

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Giving something back.

We've had a few enquiries recently regarding Project Linus and its absence in the exhibition. I first heard about Project Linus in 2003, when I lived on the Isle of Wight. The headline 'Blankets of Love for Sick Children' was followed by a news report detailing how volunteers had presented a pile of quilts to St Mary's Hospital children's ward and neo-natal intensive care unit. As a mother whose twin daughters were born prematurely, but needed little in terms of intensive care treatment, this act of generosity touched my heart. During the course of my research for Quilts 1700-2010 I …

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What are you going to do next?

I wish I had a £1 every time someone asked me 'What are you going to do next?' I could treat myself to a cream tea in a fancy hotel or (even better) slope off to a spa – I quite fancy being slathered in gloop and wrapped in cling film. Rather naively I thought I would have the opportunity to relax over the Easter – I'd planned my two week break rather minutely. Rising late, followed by brunch, a stroll on the Pier followed by a long leisurely lunch then an afternoon snooze, surfacing just in time for a …

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Always winter and never Christmas.

It has been a bit like living in Narnia recently. After all the excitement of last week's PV, the constant round of press interviews and VIPtours I should really have taken myself off to a quiet room to recuperate. But of course I couldn't resist coming in on Saturday morning, to be there when the doors opened for the first time to the public. As I walked to the V&A I was suddenly struck by a change in the air, a definite hint of Spring which was confirmed by the glorious blossom I encountered as I slipped down a residential …

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