I am a quilter. My mother is a dress maker. Not to say we’re exclusive or anything, we both dabble a little, I make the occasional pair of pyjamas for my boys, she likes to buy jelly rolls and ponder what she’d do with them if she was actually inclined to make quilts – generally she just unrolls them and looks at the all of the colours, picks her favourites, rearranges them and then packs them away again, something I’m [...]













