Lately I have been trying to ween myself off Facebook. So far, so good! Over time, Facebook took the place of my blog and I’d like to get back to blogging.
I have a couple of projects going on at the moment. My preference would be to have a nice piece of green walnut to carve, but the weather is too nasty to go out hunting for it.
The project I have chosen, supports a larger project. (I’ll spill the beans on that one later.) For the larger project I wanted to have a nice red blanket. After looking at tons of them on eBay and all over the internet, I settled on one that has been right in the house for years.
This quilt came from my grandparents’ house in Amelia, Virginia. Almost 30 years ago, when the house was getting cleaned out to be sold, this quilt was hanging around at the end. I took it home and it became a closet dweller.
I am not sure who made it. My assumption is that it was my grandmother or great-grandmother.
It has been “well loved” and needs some attention. So, I am going to replace some of the fabric where the batting is poking out. Also, the plan is to embroider over some of those spots.
Do I know what I am doing? Well, not really. Perfectionism is something I aspire to in some areas in my life, but not in most of my life. That’s one of the things I like most about doing art. I can consider “perfect” to be what I want it to be.
