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I spoke too soon…

There I was – on the one hand revelling in my new found freedom from meetings and on the other feeling abandoned when suddenly Team Quilts sprang back into action. We have a new lead on the maker of the George III Revewing the Troops coverlet – can we fit in a quick research trip before we start to install? Can I really accept an invitation to the Tokyo International Great Quilt Festival due to open next week? Backto backpress interviews are lining up and at some point Ireally need to get the washing machine fixed (the husband stopped seeing …

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‘Tis the season…

to count our blessings. Before I sign off for the Christmas holidays I would like to share with you some very poignant and extraordinary stories. The first revolves around a young girl of 15, exiled from her family for stealing a length of printed cotton and sentenced to seven years' transportation.Grace Stevens set sail forVan Dieman's land on board HMS Rajah in 1841. In contemporary accounts Grace was described as a housemaid, or nurse girl; a red head with florid complextion and light blue eyes. She had a scar on the thumb of her left hand. The nineteenth century prison …

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Is Home where the heart is?

Apologies for the rather patchy postings – a combination of technical hitches and label deadlines. It's been a stressful couple of weeks – culminating in my 30 second appearance on Newsnight. I'm not sure what was worse – coming face to face with my various facial tics, the ums and aahs or realising that my comments about new domesticity made no sense as a sound bite. I've been waiting for the fall out – it's bound to be out there somewhere, who can forget 'the article that dare not speak its name…..' Of course the point I was trying to …

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‘Give up your secrets…’

I love reading the various posts on this blog – and was particularly intrigued by Julie'ssuggestion that I was the Poirot of the V&A!Of course I am not alone in carrying out my research, over the last 18 months I have been joined by the amazingly resourceful Claire whose research skills are extraordinary.Less like an Agatha Christie sleuth we’re probably more akin to Cagney and Lacey – Claire the glamorous blond with the racy lifestyle: ‘So what are you up to tonight?''Not sure, might make the pub quiz if I leave now.’ Me the slightly manic brunette with the chaotic …

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Dearest Nelly…

It has been an emotional week on many levels. The pain of separation and loss, broadcast daily in the papers, and on the news channels cannot fail to resonate with mothers everywhere. My youngest daughter made a flying visit home from university – time only for lunch, for a hug and lengthy admonitions: ‘don’t forget to wear your bicycle helmet’, ‘never leave your drink unattended’, ‘remember to lock your door – and check it twice’. My own mother always warn

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A Rollercoaster of a week…

What a week! Suddenly everything is starting to come together which is exhilarating – the adrenalin rush of careering from one meeting to the next, pitching ideas one minute and listening to pitches the next is intoxicating. At the back of my mind I know there will be this terrible crash once the exhibition opens – when the baby is delivered, the flowers received (hopefully) and the visitors have come and gone. Everyone knows that exhibition blues happen around about a year before the show opens and inevitably once it has closed – you need to start preparing yourself for …

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Dear Ms Pritchard…

I have been judged and found wanting – all over the country quilted effigies of Sue Prichard are being stabbed with pins. To be honest I didn't realise that the offending article 'Quilts come in from the cold' had created such a flurry of responses. It’s a very odd thing being thrust into the public sphere – you certainly don't enter into the profession with the express wish of becoming public property. It wasn't until I started to receive the emails addressed to 'Dear Ms Pritchard' that I realised anything was amiss (where did that ‘t’ come from?). Of course …

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A Tale of Two Daughters

I am constantly amazed by the way in which seemingly disconnected individuals and events are linked through time and space. My father, a butcher by trade spent his weekends and holidays fishing. Every year we would spend two weeks in a small fishing town on the South East Kent coast. Each evening we would pack our rods and bags and set out at 7.00pm to spend a couple of hours in companionable silence casting our rods from Deal Pier.This was perhaps a surprising past time for ateenage girl; however the bond between father and daughter wasone which continues to resonate …

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Don’t Quote Me…

I have no more words to give. I'm all worded out – if you ask me what I've been doing all day my mind goes blank, I can't even remember what I had for lunch (if I had lunch). We had our press launch on Wednesday morning – weeks of preparation, proofing press releases, rehearsingthe presentation, refining the images, ensuring the key messages were embedded within the presentation. Suddenly you're standing before the assembled throng – there is a lot riding on this. You need to be engaging, entertaining and above all informative. Then its all over, you've done the …

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Creating the Vision

This has been an exciting week for 'Project Team Quilts'! We have our 3D, 2D and lighting designers on board and are working closely with everyone to finalise the design concept. The creative aspect of mounting an exhibition is in many ways one of the most challenging but also immensely satisfying aspects of the project – particularly when faced with the inevitable budget cuts. Lively round table discussions focusing on the cost benefits of replacing plywood false walls with mdf, the possibility of incorporating fabric as opposed to solid panels and new and fresh ways of prsenting the text labels …

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