An Australian stamp marked package arrived a while ago, from my Mum.  I ripped it open, and inside was this:



When I was in Australia I greatly admired my Mum's picnic tablecloth which came out every day we were out and about having a home made lunch, or feasting on fish and chips.  So she made me one!



 

Isn't it lovely?  And of course, the colours are perfect for me.



Sometimes I do wish I'd inherited her sewing genes.