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?