Living in the relatively quiet backwaters of Uruguay, I had not seen this stuff, but probably all north americans have. Our DD has not had her arms covered in a full set of zany tattoos – the printed flesh-coloured stretchy mesh sleeves attach inside the t-shirt she’s wearing and, being form hugging they give the appearance of tattooed arms.

She says she gets a lot of looks, some of them horrified, some admiring, whenever she gets out in this number. I was rather taken with this witty idea, and pleased she isn’t planning to actually ‘do’ the whole arm bit. However she and fiance G are planning to have wedding rings tattooed before the big day… bizarre imho but, it’s their business. What will ‘they’ think of next to part people from their money….

Greetings from Greeley CO, where we have been spending a white Christmas with DD and her fiance, G. The prospective in-laws invited us down to Denver for Christmas Day with their family, so late in the morning, after breakfasting on christmas pudding with sauce so that little grandson #2 wouldn’t miss out while spending the rest of the day with his dad, we set off in light snow which got heavier as we headed further south. It was great to meet members of their family and their offsprings, and what with plenty of bonhomie, good food and fun company the day passed quickly, snowing the whole time. As the snow continued into the night, we were easily persuaded to stay over and head home the next day – which was fine and clear. Now, thursday, it’s snowing again, but may clear in time for tomorrow’s departure east to visit the other family.

Traditionally in north america, many houses are decorated with Christmas-themed collections of objects, dishes, tableware and linen that come out of storage for the month or so. G’s parents’ place was no exception, several lovely collections of Old Nick and Santa figures, tree decorations, and those little electified traditional houses and buildings from yesteryear set up in dioramas, all collected over many years, one advantage of living in the one place for a long time. This towel caught my eye each time I visited the bathroom – and although of course it is machine embroidered, I just loved it, and decided this should be my textile note for the season – and wish all readers the best for the coming year.

So, here is the show, Muestra Fusion, all set up finally at a few minutes past 2pm, and with some people shots taken at various times from when we opened to the public UR and UL, to early (LL) and late (LR) evening shots close to midnight.

My goodness Petra has vision; she came up with the scheme to make technical alterations, the hanging of a false wall which hid some of the windows and much of the less than desirable nipple pink walls of the room. And she knew just the right person to do it. It was fascinating to see Caco and his assistant, whose name escapes me just for the moment, working efficiently, measuring everything carefully but fast, they knew exactly what they were doing and in what order – a well planned out series of manoeuvres.

The little downlights were poised over each of Petra’s stands holding pieces of gold jewellery, and the larger lights on the beams at ceiling height were directed onto my quilts. They were great. And so was everyone else who helped us, from the friend who came up right at the last minute with the clothes steamer we needed, to the women we hired to serve drinks and sandwiches, empanadas and cheese balls and crackers; the husbands who did various fetching and carrying things particularly Petra’s husband Eduardo, my DH was safely out in the campo working until the day or so before.

In the aftermath, we decided we’d do it again together, but never again for one day only, and preferably putting ourselves in the hands of an agent. There is at least one keen on being ‘it’ and placing both our works during the season at Punta – so who knows where that will all lead, por suerte. It was interesting who came and who didn’t. Several people who have said to me many times “I’d love to see your quilts some time, Alison…” didn’t take this opportunity; and others, who I really didn’t think would be so interested as to come 20 km out, came bringing friends and rels. You just can’t tell. We staggered home with the quilts, some leftover sandwiches, part cheese ball and wine, and flopped into bed at 2am, but were on deck again out there to clear out the rest of the stuff at 8-30 am. I was bone weary all day monday, but since then there have been several interesting phone calls as people begin following up on some of our conversations, opportunity is beginning to knock in several different directions. And the additional expense I have recently gone to having designed and printed off some brochures or follettas about my work, in spanish and english with statement “Influences and Inspirations/Influencias e Inspiraciones” some pictures and a selected cv, has clearly been a good move and well received by all who have seen and taken one.