I finished quilting this scrap quilt and I am satisfied with the end result.
Perfect no......the day I make a perfect quilt is the day I am done quilting !
So when I get close to that " perfectly executed craftsmanship in the quilting world " I believe I will willfully throw in the curve ball stitch or something...maybe spill coffee on it and not remove the stain.
Or I could just have the quilt judged by those " judges that have been crowned into quilt perfection league", but then I would need therapy, real therapy!
So for now I am happy in my world of nilly willy.
It's fun to let go and choose fabric using my own technique of...
the first scrap that these baby blues fall on just won a spot in the quilt.
No second guessing, just looking at the chosen scrap and saying to self , " baby your in the game".
So this honey of a quilt has been placed on my charity pile. Hoping in the near future to bring a reasonable stack to the church.
The daffodils are here!
I love daffodils..
They are happy flowers,
a ray of sunshine !
They shout to me that spring is here,
enjoy the sunshine, longer days.
Not hot yet, just perfect !
Can you find the owl in the tree?
Kinda a " Where's Waldo "
I loved reading that book to my kids and trying to find Waldo,
we spent hours playing "Where's Waldo".
Well this Mama has a baby with her, lots of fluffy feathers on the ground.
I chuckled when I saw all the feathers thinking ..baby owls must be like human 2 year olds, giving Mom a run for her money.
A few things about this owl I have learned from my friend Julie:
Dad is sitting in the tree across the narrow road watching every move Mama makes and every move we make.
he comes over to " baby sit" so Mama can go get dinner.
Again a women's work is never done.
This family has been nesting in this exact tree for several years now.
[ the tree is marked for removal, it is dead ].
And most importantly.....if you play the "who is going to blink first" game with an owl...
the owl wins every time.
Apparently Julie likes to play this game with the owl and she [ the owl ] will not blink in a stare down.
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