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Planning (Versus Panicking)

Working on the table runner has given me a chance to clear my head every night and think about the future instead of panicking over the present. Pandemic-related panic has already wrecked too much of this year for me, and facing the potential end of my ability to hand-stitch can be terrifying or inspiring. I'd rather be inspired than terrified, so I'm going to focus on what I can do for as long as I can do it.

Once I'm finished the quilting I might do a bit of feather stitching on this one with one of these embroidery threads. There's an unmatched seam in the white patchwork in just one spot (directly below the threads in this pic) that annoys me.

I decided last month that I want to make a couple of quilts that combine artistry and function. Thanks to Theo, I was able to purchase a quilt kit and a second panel featuring prints of some architectural/nature watercolor paintings by Noelle Phares:

I'm going to make this one according to the kit. I think it's perfect for Katherine's new room, and the colors remind me of her.

I want to design a quilt around this panel. Lots to think about in how I might do that.

Trying to keep our spirits up while navigating these frightening times is exhausting and disheartening. If you get a chance today, do something nice for yourself.

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nightsmusic said…
Today...today, I made grape jam with the grapes from my vines in the back yard. Not sure I can say that was for me, I'll give half of what I made away, but I can't stand leaving the grapes to rot on the vines. Or to feed the deer. And it's always a race to see if it's me or them that gets there first.

You need to keep moving forward and not worry about it. Worrying about it isn't going to change things and it's better to be happy in your current abilities than to look far forward to things you can't guarantee. I have a couple things in my life like that that I've finally stopped worrying about the outcome. I'm going to enjoy what I have while I have it and take each day as I can.

Love you, woman.

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