My sewing room is like rush hour traffic, all starts and stops. The only think I've finished in the last month besides few single blocks to swap is this askew log cabin wall hanging. Each 12 inch block has 30 pieces of fabric and as you can see I chose gray and hot pink. It was fun to make but, truthfully, it won't hang on the wall very long because every once in a while when I walk past it not really looking at it, my peripheral vision goes a haywire and I feel a bit off kilter.
Right now I have two quilts in need of quilting, not my favorite thing to do, one that needs a lot of rethinking and fixing, and a reversible batik quilt made of 5 inch charms, light on one side, dark on the other, about 1/4 put together. I'm liking it and it's easy enough but time is not available enough.
That's okay, in the winter season quilting is a part time thing. I have the set of embroidered blocks about a third done -- I must begin doing them again so I can get the rest finished over the winter by working on them a bit each day -- well, a few days a week -- so I'll have it completed by early next summer as I want it for a show quilt next August.
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!