Tile and a Gift

I have had a fascination for tile for a couple of years now. This is the tile that started it all. My daughter Maili gave it to me as a gift - either Christmas or my birthday or perhaps, just because.

These are a couple that could be put either way but I liked the idea of the flower in the middle instead of the diamond shape that would have appeared if I had hung them the other way. These are above a window in the dining room - except we use it as a computer room.

These are in the same room but are hung above an archway leading into the living room.

This one is almost 8 inches square and was given to me by Casey, Maili's boyfriend.

This is the smallest one I own at 4 inches square and is probably supposed to be a coaster. I purchased it on a trip to California. It just had such wonderful bright colours - and it was on sale.

Since I own a treadle machine, this tile means a lot to me. It was a birthday gift from my eldest daughter Laila last year.

This is the companion piece to the one above and since I am a quilter, it is perfect. Both of these tiles are 11 by 14 inches and were delivered by Canada post from British Columbia. Both were wonderfully intact.

And lastly, here's a photo of my Mother's Day gift from my son Mark and his wife Kate. It is a scarf with a reproduction of a map of the University of Toronto. I love it. The legend goes from 1796 to 1935. Upon inspection though, I noticed that they left out a street. It no longer exists because when I was little they built a huge building complex on the site. It was called Division Street and would have appeared in the lower left corner where that blotch of red is. Maybe I should do some research to see when they put the street in. My children do seem to get me stuff I like.