I tell you, it feels like it's been a long, LONG time since I've had consecutive days to sew. I think about quilting; I dream about quilting. But actually quilting? That doesn't happen very often.
Now that I am home, I am making a concerted effort to spend time getting reacquainted with my sewing machine. So far, so good, though I've yet to sit down with it today.
Over the past few days, I've made the missing blocks for the baby quilt I started piecing on retreat a few weeks ago. The top is now waiting for basting, along with MANY others.
Postmark'd Art exchange.
Other than that, other things seem to always take precedence, like trimming some trees to allow the well driller's rig in for next week's foray into a search for water.
And now, my studio calls to me. It's saying, "Clean me, clean me!" but louder than that is the sewing machine that is singing, "Turn me on and use me!" Guilt or quilt? Which will win out?
2017 Pacific International Quilt show
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