Pelagia Noctiluca

Pelagia Noctiluca

Monday, December 30

True Story

Nothing is quite so scrumptious as a homemade quilt out of the dryer for the first time. Seeing all those perfect, final wrinkles. Now, if only I could take a decent photo that is etsy worthy. By the way, this fabric is all from my ten year old stash. My goal is to quilt until its all gone. I have about 5 quilts in progress, and I should only need to buy more batting.

Friday, December 20

Stash Progress

If I wait until everything is perfect I'll pictures.
The house quilt now has binding on, just a bit more hand sewing to do. The one on the wall, I hope will be queen size and on my bed.
Those flowers are fun to make, and I love my scraps.

Sunday, November 10

Hal to Yo I've never made it all the way through 2001 Space Odyssey, but the part I fall asleep to is Hal. I dream of empty landscapes that no feet have ever touched. Far across the sand and sky, there is a blip of hope, of human connection. Recently, I painted in the Nevada desert, and became attached to power lines. Among all the multicolored rocks, scraggly trees, and blinding reds, these manmade poles comforted me like my favorite fuzzy blanket. Is this unhealthy? Perhaps disrespectful to the landscape? Am I overthinking my source of beauty and comfort? Probably. Overthinking is me.

Wednesday, November 6

This blog has become a very fancy bookmark list. Well, actually I think I've seen fancier.