I suppose everyone handles death differently. I'm not quite sure why this particular death has whacked me so hard. In November, a nephew on my DHs side committed suicide. His Dad, hospitalized with a hip replacement, had a heart attack and died. Maybe this one was overload. Whatever the reasons, I'm making my way back to the place I belong. I've been cutting scraps endlessly, which is a good thing. But, enough now...time to DO something. And I will. *VBS*The pictures today are sections of an rescued Orphan Blocks quilt. It was slowly coming to its end days in an old trunk in an old barn.
I brought it home, soaked it endlessly, washed and dried it and then took it apart. Some sections had been chewed through by mice. Once it was seperated and just "a top", I washed it again.
It lived at my house for many years, I always intended to quilt it. Good intentions are one of my failings. In the summer of 2007, I offered it up to anyone who wanted to email me. Sue, of Magpie Sue was the one person who did. I know of her chemical allergies, but was fairly confident the top was clean enough not to cause her any problems. I sent it off to her,quite sure she would love its oddities. Lots of fabrics in this one from somebodys scrapbag.
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