I am waiting impatiently for spring -- we had a week of "teaser" spring, beautiful skies, temps in 50s, pushing 60s. The last few days the sky has remained lovely but a nasty wind has blown down from colder climes to the north. This morning is brilliant but the temperature, when I heard the radio report before getting out of bed, was 16 degrees. My apartment is warm enough but the idea of that chill just beyond the shining windows made me curl up a bit longer in the warm cacoon of pillows and quilt.
The quilt in this picture has been sandwiched with batting and backing and pinned in place but I won't get around to quilting it for some time. I have too many other projects that I need and want to do first. And, I admit, the actual quilting part is my least favorite.
I like this quilt, it looks quite modern. The truth is it's not modern. The design was published in a newspaper in the 1950s (with a white background as you might imagine). It was resurrected and printed with a paper piecing pattern a couple of years ago in one of the quilters magazines I read -- I think it was Quilters' Newsletter magazine. It was fun to make with various scrapes and I love the setting with just one spoke of the asterisk (as I think of the pattern -- others might call it stars) touching. This quilt will reappear when finished sometime in the relatively distant future.
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!