No gardening today as it is cold, wet and wintery here – the fire is going and I have spent the last couple of days inside working on this quilt that was started almost a year ago, and has been maturing in the cupboard since then. It has been good to spend some concentrated time at the sewing machine, listening to a recording of the novel When we were orphans by Kazuo Ishiguro, read by English actor Michael Maloney, as I work.
These blocks are not yet stitched together, and I now have only two more to make and then the inner sections will be completed. It was a struggle to get all the red pieces from a single fat quarter of fabric, and I’m still not convinced I shall be able to do it. Fingers crossed, but if not, then I shall use something similar from my stash, in the spirit of quilters of old who did not have an endless choice of fabrics at a local quilt shop from which to choose the perfect matching shade or pattern.