I thought earlier I couldn’t possibly do anymore quilting tonight but you know – sort of like horses knowing the home barn is nigh… I found myself back at the sewing machine. The seventeenth bobbin ran out and I stopped … Continue reading →
It isn’t an easy job to paint oneself – at any rate if it is to be different from a photograph. And you see – this, in my opinion, is the advantage that impressionism possesses over all the other things; … Continue reading →
And now, for something completely different and frankly I am not even sure what.
I plowed along tonight, listening to The Silmarillion and to music and enjoying the temperate temperature. 70’s is much nicer for quilting in than 90’s. Bobbin count for tonight is 11, and I actually quilted 2/3 of another one, but … Continue reading →
It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change.
