While Beve's out in the garden, pulling weeds, spreading mulch and watering his roses (see below), I haven't been too much of a slacker. My quilting machine's been busy. You see that blue and light gray quilt? I've actually pieced it three times. I finally gave up and quilted it this week. It's not right but I couldn't bring myself to tear it out again. It's pretty enough, even it it doesn't look the way I envisioned it. Sometimes life is like that. What seems like a mistake ends up with a whole new pattern one wasn't even looking for, and that pattern is beautiful and worth saving. At least that's the lesson I've decided to learn from this quilt. Nevertheless, I'm just particular enough that I'm going to do the unthinkable (for me)--I'm going to re-make the same pattern. I just HAVE to do it correctly. It'll drive me crazy until I do. Beve took one look at the finished quilt and said, "I love this quilt, I want you to make one for me." So there you go--it's like it was meant to be. This one can go to the recipient as it is, and I'll make another one for us (a bit larger for our large bed) and do it right!
This quilt is for SK. I made it with her favorite colors. The green fabric is her window covering, and the back is made of 'minky', which is a soft fabric she's been asking me to use in a quilt for her for a long time. She'll be happy I finally finished this (I started it months ago!).
I've been playing with braiding in quilts, so I made this table-runner for my sister. I'm planning an entire quilt of more neutral fabrics that will be herringbone-like, so this is my experiment. And I've been playing with different quilting patterns. I love the rhythm of quilting, but it's not easy work. Nothing beautiful is, I suppose. Someone told me the best way to quilt is to drink a little wine, so your limbs get loosened up first. I can actually understand why that would help (though I hardly ever drink).
Many more projects on the horizon, but so many other things to do during the summer, I'm not sure I'll get back to the machine very soon. It calls me, though. Sometimes I think I dream in quilt patterns these days.