I saw this and saved it on Instagram …
It says everything about how I feel when I stitch …
and why I could never call it patch-work.
"The road goes on forever and the party never ends …" Robert Earl Keen
I saw this and saved it on Instagram …
It says everything about how I feel when I stitch …
and why I could never call it patch-work.
I had so so many bits and pieces of cloth leftover from the Albers triads and painting log cabins … so I’ve been piecing pairs, then combining them into strips, and stitching the strips into blocks …
Most of the patches are whipped together with two strands of black DMC floss, for unity …
The blocks ended up being around 8” or so … but I’m not measuring at this point. Eventually they’ll be pieced together into 54” strips and added to the table cloth.
In other news, a wren family has moved into the bird house that Don and the kiddos made …
And Don’s garden is thriving in our above-average spring rainfall …
The scrap catcher I keep next to my stitching chair is definitely too small …
But it’s such a fitting vessel and it’s easy enough to reach down and scoop up the scraps every so often …
As I did so today, I wondered how long it’s been since I made it … and was shocked to discover it’s been more than six years …
But definitely less shocked to find that some things … like Deb’s threads … never change …
It’s too bad we don’t drink tea anymore … but hmmm … what could I do with coffee filters?