Hi everyone! We are having a rainy morning finally, though the skies are blue again now. And I had a cleaner come! She is a very good vacuumer, 'nuff said? Mo is exhausted from supervising her for the hour and a half she was here.
Catching up, as Fall does begin tonight at, I think, 9.30 PM. I am not a fan of the early darkness. Mo's fall sweater is almost done! Only took 8 years so far.
I finished hand-quilting Best Friend/ Scotties.
I cleared space on my sewing desk finally. I do like having some open elbow room, even a little free space is less claustrophobic! [The room is small.]
Finishing touches on Giraffe and ready to hand quilt.
Began handquilting Monday I think.
I came across these stars on Instagram. I wish I'd made my Winter Marsh stars rotated a partial turn like these, much more interesting and dynamic. Too late now.
Just musing, THIS is a masterpiece. Oh I would love to create a frenetic fun fabulous quilt like this.
Many readers liked this funny vintage Schoolhouse. I only use it for a week each year if at all, as it is so red and white in effect. On close inspection as I folded it this time I believe it is made with 1950s house dress prints, not 30s to 40s aprons and frocks as it was sold to me. Purchased years ago when quilts were expensive I think I paid 600.oo for it! Let me know what you think of the date?
I regret I have not begun Lori's sewalong. Just felt too bad, so much pain. I feel like, "I love you, but get in line!" We'll see.
I also washed and prepped a bunch of off white solids for tea and rust dyeing, a la Julierose, also previous post. Then could not find the tea! Must have accidentally tossed it when cleaning out the fridge before winter storm stock up. [ugh I had pasta and oatmeal from Covid Lockdown One.]
I ended up cutting back my Zinnia garden to the roots. These were the last I rescued.
I hope I can save seeds from this gorgeous albeit small bright lime green cutie.
The volunteer coreopsis continue on their third bloom, providing lovely ''cheddar and rust" fall blooming color. A few cannas still too.
Instagram artist to admire. Doesn't her painting evoke my deck garden, so pretty.
My journal page this week:
gone to the beach...
This is my view on clear days. Note the huge container ships, so lightly cargoed that they are almost entirely above the waterline.
I'm still reading Adrift [previous post] and looking at this ship I think, No wonder so many containers fall overboard in rough seas.
And from Penny and Nicky in South Africa, their springtime beach and birds.
A black oystercatcher!