Something happened while I was quilting this morning that has never happened before. I was just stitching along when I pulled my needle up through the layers and the thread was not attached. No problem, I'll just rethread the needle. I clipped off the end of the thread and positioned it to glide (I wish) through the eye of the needle.
Now, I don't have the youngest of vision and sometimes I have to take my glasses off rather than put them on to insert the thread. So when I didn't see the eye immediately I figured my eyes were acting up and I blinked really hard and focused again.
But, there actually was no eye! The tip-top of my needle had come off.
I was bummed. I had grown attached to the feel of this particular needle and had put up with it's slightly bent alignment for quite a while.
Into the trash it went as I softly whispered; "you served me well. . . "
We've got a big and much needed storm coming through. I love it. You can no longer see the grass. The snow is piling up. It hailed earlier this morning. The mountains could receive as much as 3 ft of new welcome snow.
I made up this cake stand block last week. I've had the fabric to do a little quilt for over a decade. It is from the scraps of a beautiful print I used to make my oldest daughter the cutest two piece outfit when she was in high school in the 90's.
I matched up some tone on tone prints and bought some Kona black and then I've been aging it over the years - ha!
Well, the block didn't turn out to be as wonderful as I had envisioned. It would look better with solid blue triangles, I think, But, the whole point of using these fabrics was because they blended so well with the print.
Some rethinking is in order.
|This is the front of the card|
I gave the plaid quilt to my sister-in-law. If you recall, she asked my to make the quilt out of her son's shirts. He passed away last June. She sent me a card to thank me.
Isn't that what quilting is all about?