People say, "You must have a lot of patience."
Once, I was declared a Saint.
No marking. The quilted line takes shape as it happens.
Thinking deep thoughts, and not so deep thoughts.
I watch blowing snow accumulate in a graceful drift. Maybe the line of the drift is captured in a section of the quilting.
Auditioning names for the quilt.
Inviting ideas for the next quilt.
......back to the quilt frame...............pjb
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