Friday was the meeting of a sewing group I have recently joined. The women are very friendly and doing a variety of different crafts. They are generous in sharing their knowledge and passions with others in the group. I only wish I had a bit of room to host the meeting, though I'm not certain the group would enjoy traipsing out into the boonies for a meeting.
Though I really do not like the fact that I have to get all the blocks lined up to begin with, I rather like the scrappy look.
(And, I still had cut pieces that needed to be used).
I went out to the meeting wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans, and within minutes I was covered with colorful little threads.
(and I thought white dog hair was bad)!
I have a coffee jar full of these colorful little threads. In the spring I put them in the tree with a clip so the birds can use them for nesting material, but all these one inch pieces are contributing thread faster than any bird can use.
I am thinking of naming this little quilt "Irene". Not for my granddaughter, but for my blogging friend in Texas whose blog is named "Hilachas", because I always think of her when I am picking thread from my clothing and table and floor.
I don't think this will end up as a very large piece but might make a colorful runner for a table. Once the arrangement is decided and the rows are pinned in order, it does make a great take-along project (If I don't wear black). The available space for laying pieces out is really too small to see more than eight rows at a time but maybe a design wall would make better arrangement of color or blocks stand out from their neighbors better. Anyway, I shall see where this takes me.
When my neighbor's house and garden were torn down, I raced out in the rain to rescue some things from her garden.
She had a varied collection of Hostas. My brother.s wife has such beautiful Hostas in her garden and I have always admired them. I dug up a small clump from each little patch, not really knowing what I was getting but wanting to save them from the bulldozer.
I had no place to put them but the rice-store-lady has some in planters, so I knew they would be OK there until I found them a better place. I just stuck those planters under the bushes and was happy a few days ago to see leaves coming up from the soil. Today I noticed I got more than Hostas. I don't know what this plant is but it has dainty white flowers and lacy leaves. I wonder if I dare separate it to a pot of its own.
I don't know how these violets got here. The pots are on the north side of the wall and get little sun except what is reflected from our windows (which isn't much because of the three-story house a foot away from the wall on the other side.
The Keria is kind of leggy in this poorly lit space but never discouraged from showing off its pretty yellow blossoms.
I wonder if they are pot-hopping and will take over another pot by next spring.
I just don't have the heart to pull them out.
I was shocked to see that tree had been severely pruned.
Now, why couldn't they wait until it was finished blooming?
We walked past the cherry trees too. The very gusty weather this past week has pretty well finished them off. As it happened, what was left was not going to make much of a picture. In fact, there were so many electric wires ... even behind the peach ... that it wouldn't be much of a scene.
Last night on the way home from my scout meeting, there was a beautiful cherry blooming in front of the night-lit Tokyo Tower, very pretty but crossed every which way by power lines.
I began thinking it might be fun to see how many lines I could get in just one picture.
This is just outside my front gate! (not much more than a narrow path).
Maybe I could turn the best shot into a quilt design.
Isn't there something called an "Electric Quilt"?
Well, enjoy the blue sky while it lasts ... even divided into segments by all those dark lines.