Deb's cloth made for an earthy hill on blackberry-ish purples by Tina, with a small scrap of the starry cloth K. gifted me for Christmas twenty-five years ago in anticipation of baby Blue.
There was a bit more boat mending in the wind and the cold under a daylight moon.
In an effort to maybe, just maybe, get this quilt done in time, I keep it on my lap while stitching for the shop. Whenever there is a bit of thread left in the needle, it goes into the quilt. Sometimes it's only a few stitches, but that keeps things interesting.
Speaking of interesting... There was an evening at my friend's condo this weekend. They live near a hospital and a couple of nursing homes, so sirens are common. But suddenly there was siren after siren...
We looked out the window to see that the street was full the length of two blocks and around the corner of her building.
Across the street an old, abandoned house.
We spent the next hours watching out their windows. The hours were also spent with fond and fearful memories of my dad's decades as a fire fighter.
The house is still standing, without some of the roof and floors.
"It's never a dull moment around here!" I commented. We laughed at the crazy their world seems to be full of these days. Over there again last night, we talked about how pretty the fire actually was, especially at one point when snow was falling. We thought it could be their Christmas card... "Our world is on fire, and still beautiful... Merry Christmas!" We laughed some more. Laughter is such good medicine.
And so is stitching! (More of Deb and Tina's dyeworks.)
