Last week I was looking at all the scrap bits of random fabric I have in my fabric box and just started laying them out in a pattern that went together: blues, greens, greys, whites, dusty pinks in stripes, florals, solids and textures. I realised there was a piece of fabric to represent each of us. And some special bits in there too – vintage fabric from my Nana’s estate; a dress the girls all wore to death that could not be repaired; one of Steve’s old business shirts; new pieces I loved; older faves I’ve made other clothes out of. Some of the fabric was too small to create proper triangle bunting bits, so I got to cutting them into random strips – some fat, some skinny, some short, some long. I’d seen something similar a few years back at Purl Soho, which I loved and was inspired by. I did back-to-back pieces so it would be the same from either side and stitched it all together, adding ribbon-like lengths to the ends to hang. I hung it up last week for my birthday and haven’t taken it down yet. It kind of looks nice just hanging there – not too birthday-ish! I love that it’s made with tiny pieces of our family’s history, that it’s made with basically scrap and useless pieces and that it is the right amount of girlie and masculine to suit the four of us girls as well as Steve and Zak. And also that its rough edges will likely fray over the years, ageing a little more each time it makes an appearance – just like the birthday boy or girl it’ll be hung up for when it does.