Quilting Thinking in Postcards 4

Oh, I know. I said I was done with quilting, that the Blue Quilt was my last quilt, and then I gave all my fabric scraps away. Yes, I did that. I thought I had a few left, but it looks like I gave then all away to the quilting teacher for the Somalian community here.

Unfortunately, Bobbie talked me into making her a quilt. In khaki’s. No browns…what does she think khaki is? A green she tells me. I have to break down and tell her that my khaki and her khaki aren’t communicating. I’ve decided to make the quilt to please myself. An art quilt.

When I quit quilting, the smallest size that was available was a “fat quarter.” Again, things have changed. Now there are pre-cuts in all the much wanted sizes like 2 ½ inch wide strips. I, who has hand eye coordination problems, see endless possibilities if I use pre-cuts cut by someone else. I bet they are uniform and really 2 ½ wide. The thought makes me laugh.

Right now I am thinking queen size with a single row of a diamond like pattern along the bottom. Strips coming up from the bottom about half way up first in shadow colors then in pale golden grass like profusion. Then a space of solid fabric broken by a little strip of color here or there. Finally at the very top, perhaps filling 2 or 3 feet, will be flapping and soaring crows. Sooty black crows against a light grey sky.

Now we see what happens.

• Himself: Happy despite the stock market fall. Hauling me to the pool every morning at an awfully early hour. Life is good.
• Herself: Ignoring the stock market correction. Doing research on new quilting stuff. Thinking about a trip out to Rosie’s Quilt Shop. Talking to Bobbie. Photographing at Great Curves.
• Reading: A new author.
• Gratitudes: How well I feel after PT in the hot tub and walking in the Pool.