Being a bit redundant, or seeming to--this is the final version of my augmented color wash quilt. Several flowers and quite a few butterflies have been fused to the quilted surface. I'm not sure the results are worth the time the whole quilt consumed, but then it wasn't all my time. We had one constantly rainy day while Leslie was visiting when she did the fancy cutting of the flowers and butterflies. I will probably hang it in my bathroom. Flowery gardens with butterflies are a little saccharine for my taste in general. The thing is, I get an idea from some picture in a book or magazine and have to find out if I can do something similar. It's a self-challenge. Not a bad thing. I learn what I enjoy and extend some of my abilities.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!