Took yesterday completely off from work for the first time in a long while. It felt a little indulgent, but quite necessary.
Spent the day elbow-deep in books, getting way too many ideas! Ideas! But focused myself enough to finish off two quilt tops and two miniquilts. Only started one new project, which is a huge accomplishment.
Now, the next task must be finishing up the Give a F*ck quilt. There are 53 contributed blocks waiting to be sashed and seamed.
Seems like neutrals would work best for the sashing, but I can’t quite choose. I keep bolts of muslin, Kona snow, and Osnaburg cottons around. Oh, and there’s also tons of linen stashed. Although I almost always reach for Osnaburg–great natural color and nubbly texture–it seems like the variety of blocks calls for a variety of sashing. And, really, I have no idea what I mean by that. Just need to get it all going and follow my instincts maybe, but I don’t want to wreck the project.
Oy.
So…do you know about the Blogger’s Quilt Festival?
I thought I’d share an old one with you this time.
Back in 2005, my sister gave me a sewing machine for my birthday. It was a simple model Brother that kind of changed my life. That year was stressful (though little did I know that things could get even more challenging) and somehow learning how to work on precision patchwork kept me afloat from day to day. That year she celebrated a big birthday ending in a zero, so I decided to try to make a fancy quilt for her.
With stacks of blue and cream fat quarters and a new-found love of the depression block, I thangled my way through the hsts and then hand-quilted for months. (It would take six years for me to muster the courage to learn how to machine quilt.)
I loved every moment of the quilting. Fondling cotton is an amazing sensory process that I wish I could indulge in more often.
And she liked it!
my morning coffee scene today.
the sun shall rescue the day. cheers!
