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.

Here’s my machine, late at night, while I worked on a new project called the Flea Market Quilt.  It’s got lots of Dresden Plate flowers.  These are the petals or blades.

During the week, I finished my Wensleydale and Pinwheel quilt tops.  Both are spread on the table here in the middle of the room.

My Wensleydale quilt:

Karen Ashton is our hostess.  We love this Ashton cabin in the mountains.

Here’s the Flea Market Quilt’s many flowers.  Melissa Clark and I are each making this quilt, figuring it out together is fun!

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.