I am really digging this project. I figured that would happen. After a long summer of grappling with things solidly beyond my ken-- greenhouse!-- it's nice to be back where things make sense. Presser foot. Seam allowance. Rotary cutter. Breathe. Relax.
I divided the panel into thirteen sections, to make it more manageable. I stitched together six-- nearly half of them-- over the weekend. I couldn't help myself. I was working on the floor, Saturday afternoon, when the sun decided to come out for approximately forty-five seconds.
Then it went away.
We've had sunshine for about five minutes in the last ten days. I swear. Upstate New York November is not for the faint of heart, I'm telling ya.
Yesterday, Patrick and I went and walked around a seriously old graveyard. It was snowing. It was awesome. The oldest grave was 1794.
That was my weekend: stitching and more stitching, and cemetery walking. It was a good one.