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Slow Year

I'm probably not going to finish another project before the end of December, so I thought I'd take a look back at my year in sewing and quilting. I can't say I set any speed records this year; I made only a few projects and did a lot more slow stitching. But despite the lack of quantity I'm happier with the quality, and how my handwork has made this year better for me.

I kicked off 2021 by making this strip-pieced top that I sewed together as my political statement on Election Night into a quilt.

Finishing this tote helped me get through losing Mom back in April.

My summer art quilt helped me cope when Kat left in May to work in the Pacific Northwest.

I rescued and recycled this beautiful vintage patchwork, and made my first successful lettering stencil for the embroidery.

Recycling was constantly on my mind. Making this art quilt piece into a sunglass case was fun and practical.

I tried an experiment with bargello piecing, which gave me more confidence to test my ideas.

This slow-stitched tote project let me reuse some sacking material from an old cutter quilt piece, which also gave me more ideas on how I might incorporate the old with the new.

Since I had the pandemic, loss of a parent and sending my kid off into the unknown to deal with in 2021 I am very grateful that I had these projects to keep me from drowning in depression. In the end, that's what really matters.

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