My eyes keep being drawn, lately towards the bedspread on our bed.  It was a gift from my cousin and his then partner.  They were living in Northern Thailand then, and the bedspread is a queen sized blanket, painstakingly hand sewn in colourful threads on a dark pink background, with the panels machine sewed together at the end.  I find it endlessly beautiful, especially the way that it tells a story. I can see in my minds eye, the woman and her needle, sitting on a rug on the earth, in the sun, watching her children as she sews.  The earth and the sun are a million dream miles away from this bedroom in Geelong West.  I wonder if the craftswoman could see, in…