I’ve been cleaning and de-cluttering all week. Everything still looks the same to me.
Last night I just sat on my bed feeling sorry for myself. I looked down at the beige comforter so old I don’t even remember where I bought it. Yes I did say beige. I thought to myself why in the world do I not have a hand dyed quilt of my very own on our bed?
I dove into my stash and started cutting strips. I wanted something I could whip up fast!
here I am at noon today and it is about 100 degrees- please send me all your quilter’s telepathic love and support as soon as possible.
