In the cool of the morning with windows slightly open for the first time in ages, and with a bit of glorious and rarely seen in February sunlight pouring in, some lovely quilt progress has taken place on the kitchen counter. My little hexie quilt-top is all stitched up, smoothed out, squared up, satisfactorily lined with a softly worn flannel sheet (very thrifty for a light-weight quilt), and has been backed and basted around the edges. Ahh.
When all was said and done, I did make up my mind to hand-quilt it. So, I am now poised and ready and looking forward to picking up my needle and thread and weaving it through the colorful flower garden, stitch by tiny stitch. Through the hedgerows and primrose paths. Around manor houses, woodland wildlife and contented pets.
Stopping only to feed the birds. This type of sewing is peaceful work. I'm refreshed by the experience and the unhurried steady pace of all this repetitive stitching. All the while dreaming of spring, which is getting closer by the day. Yay!
