After a long week at work, I have some vacation. Mom and I are doing the locals-being-tourists-where-we-live thing. It started on Saturday with me taking advantage of mom’s central air to get the facing sewn down on my quilt. What … Continue reading →
I’m becoming convinced that quilting and the figuring and measuring and all that I’m doing in this part of it, knocks out whatever words might have come out of my brain. Getting anything down for today’s August Postcard Poetry Fest … Continue reading →
Bobbin number 3 is in the record books.
This, creatively borrowed from Sandy’s website.
I finished pinning. I fiddled around with possible aides de quilting. I rummaged around with my bobbins, emptying some and moving others. Realized that I’d accumulated a sizeable number of bobbins but it is never really enough. I layered a … Continue reading →
When we surrender to the fact of death, not the idea of it, we gain license to live more fully, to see life differently.
