I am reminded of a class I took out in California. A Lifetime Ago. Of slicing fabric up and then sewing it back together with thin alleyways of a different cloth. But I am confused by the grid. Is this a "lace" fabric on top of a grid? I started one of these in class. I doubt I finished it. I doubt I could find it.
Connie sent me something like this she had made in a class (a sample). Green with beige lines if I remember it correctly. I like getting new ideas in the mail.
I started quite a few projects in those classes I took in California. We would fly out for the Quilt Show, have meals with our son who lived close by and then drive over the Golden Gate Bridge for a few days with old friends from Germany. It was "something to do" in the days of being bored out of our minds in Maine and before I started working and then the years of my Father's failing health in Ohio. What is this called- this time of Life? Water Under the Bridge????
"Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead let Life live through you. And do not worry that your Life is turning upside down. How do you know...that the side you are used to..is better than the one to come?" Rumi.
I'm still waiting. For the next one.
I went back and actually read The Worst Bridesmaid. B minus. Won't be one I read again.
The Septic Guy arrived early and pumped out the tank. We won't be opening doors or windows. Stinky. But he said everything looked okay. What a job. But he seemed happy enough with it. The side he is used to..........
It's raining. Gently but everything is damp and wet. Not a day for doing things outside in the yard. So husband is settling in with his
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