What's in a name?
Peppercorn quilts is named in remembrance of my Nana. Her maiden name was Peppercorn, an old name dating back to before the Battle of Hastings. Her ancestors arrived in New Zealand, and settled in the Leamington area, in the Waikato. She was the only surviving child of four, had three children of her own, and many grandchildren. By most accounts there was nothing spectacular about her life, except she was loved dearly, and she loved her family through her actions, rather than words.
A peppercorn rent is a nominal rent, and I suspect my quilting shall be nominal compared to many quilt bloggers. For me its a creative outlet, rather than an income stream. Eventually I want to use Nana's sewing machine to make at least one quilt, a small investment of my time to justify inheriting her treadle sewing machine. At the moment it sits in the corner, awaiting a sewing repairman who does home visits, and also repairs very, old machines. If I were to name this machine it would be Florence, the name my Nana refused to use.
Today I catch up with a friend just returned from undertaking her Masters research, a scintillating chat will ensue. There's nothing like discussing research while drinking coffee, and eating home baking. Keeps the neutrons firing.
Peppercorn quilts is named in remembrance of my Nana. Her maiden name was Peppercorn, an old name dating back to before the Battle of Hastings. Her ancestors arrived in New Zealand, and settled in the Leamington area, in the Waikato. She was the only surviving child of four, had three children of her own, and many grandchildren. By most accounts there was nothing spectacular about her life, except she was loved dearly, and she loved her family through her actions, rather than words.
A peppercorn rent is a nominal rent, and I suspect my quilting shall be nominal compared to many quilt bloggers. For me its a creative outlet, rather than an income stream. Eventually I want to use Nana's sewing machine to make at least one quilt, a small investment of my time to justify inheriting her treadle sewing machine. At the moment it sits in the corner, awaiting a sewing repairman who does home visits, and also repairs very, old machines. If I were to name this machine it would be Florence, the name my Nana refused to use.
Today I catch up with a friend just returned from undertaking her Masters research, a scintillating chat will ensue. There's nothing like discussing research while drinking coffee, and eating home baking. Keeps the neutrons firing.
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