Sunday, April 17, 2016
The stories quilts tell are often obscure. The small string block includes directions for a pre-printed panel. It was supposed to be a pillow but by the time I got the scraps came to me no one was going to make a pillow with the bits.
I used the text as a neutral and as I stitched I saw the word pheasant. Happy memories of autumn and the flurry surrounding the 2 weeks of pheasant hunting season.
My Dad enjoying the company of friends . The dogs anxious to be out and running.
Sometimes the hunting was successful and pheasant was Sunday lunch treat.
There is also unexpected humor.
Grabbedd a green hexie at random to work on during a 40 minute train trip to town.
A pair of legs and I was on my way to have my legs measured for compression stockings.
I don't know where the scrap came from but it made me smile all day.
Gotta love what we do.
Have a great week.