The past few days, I’ve finished quilting my “Playing with 9 Patches” quilt, readying a charity quilt for longarming, and putting more things away in my sewing space.
This is the light fixture I picked up as a happy birthday to me present.
Creative mess aside, this is the view of my sewing table, with cabinets and thread racks hung on the wall.
Once the quilts are bound, I’ll post pictures of them.
Heres a picture of my workmate’s poetry. I think he kept it!
~The following limericks are about a few of my favorite podcasters. If you haven’t already, give them a listen!~
There once was a quilter named Daisy
Who told everyone she was lazy.
I know that she’s not
I’ve seen what she’s got
Her complete Quilty works are just crazy.
There once was a quilter named Pam
Who often said quilting’s her jam.
She casted out pods
With commenter nods
When not hanging out with her fam.
There once was a quilter named Sandy
Whose hand dyeds are really quite dandy
She has lots of threads
In purples and reds
All part of her quilter eye candy.
Tanesha, a quilter she is
All kinds of books are her biz
When she not knitting
I know she not sitting
She’s gardening like a whiz.
There once was a quilter named Charlotte
A kiwi and quilting starlet
In the Islands of Bay
They sail away
As the sun sets into scarlet.
(Sorry, I know it’s Bay of Islands, but you know, poetry and all)
There once was a quilter named Frances
Who podded among lots of branches
I imagine the flowers
And can listen for hours
Her melodious voice entrances.