Quilting is My Addiction


I am very happy to have the sun streaming in my kitchen. I am in a basement apartment; however there is a field across from it and so little to stop the light in the afternoon from filling my front room with new patterns cast on familiar spaces.

I took this to celebrate a new water pitcher I bought to replace the old broken glass one but I like the way it shows so clearly the stitching on the placemats. They were some of the first things I made when I began quilting just five years ago. (My stitches on them were “too large” according to a quilter in her 80’s.)

The puckers and textures produced by stitches are really appealing and what first attracted me to quilting, besides the colours and geometrical designs of course. Recently, while visiting relatives, I had a chance to admire an heirloom quilt, nicely displayed…

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Spring is here although it is still cold outside here in Ontario. But we are all thinking about flowers, even we prickly souls.

Quilting is My Addiction

Coneflower.20180315_130630Not a flower but a porcupine. As I am nearing the end of making panels I am running out provincial and territorial flowers and birds that I can render so I am just settling for cool animals you could run into if you took a trek away from cities.20180316_205415 And yes there is a Penny the Cat hair there, she loves embroidery but she has a problem with shedding.

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This is a frog after my own heart.

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