I’ve just returned from a heavenly week with my dear friends at a quilt retreat. I can’t think of many things I’d rather do that sit with my quilt group and sew all day and into the night. You’d think I’d get tired of being at a machine hour after hour, watching my needle go up and down into the fabric. I don’t. Every inch of every piece is joyful.
During the week, I finished my Wensleydale and Pinwheel quilt tops. Both are spread on the table here in the middle of the room.
One after the next, my bobbins emptied. I wonder if a spool ever imagines where it’s thread will go, what pieces it will hold together. I hope all of my threads are happy now.