Never -- never, never will I be a maker of miniature quilt blocks and miniature quilts. I look at that and think about angels dancing on the head of a pin. Today four members of the Bayberry Quilt Guild talked about how they got together a few years ago and began with 6 inch miniature blocks and a couple of them progressed (regressed?) to making the same complex blocks (some had as many as 92 pieces per block) in three inch size. And they had examples which were jaw droppping.
When I belonged to the Empire Quilters Guild in New York City among the members were Mr. and Mrs. George Sicciliano. He was making miniature quilts at that time and has since become very well known in the quilt world. His wife whose first name I do not remember was making very interesting art quilts of a normal size, i.e., at least 18x18 and mostly larger.
I understand enjoying a challenge but some challenges are, I know, not for me. I don't intend to do any rock climbing or deep sea diving, I like being alive too much. And I don't intend to do any miniature quilting projects, I prefer to remain mentally, relatively, stable. (The illustration is a copyright free photo - by count the purple and white part of the quilt ha 125 pieces! -- and the lady has a lovely manicure.)
Yes, this is a quilt. I didn't make a note, but I believe it is by the well-known art quilter Barbara McKie and that the bears are thread painted. It seems very appropriate as winter set in around the county.
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!