The signs of Christmas are fast approaching – like it not, here it comes – the Silly Season. Try as I might, I cannot engage… yet. It will take a concert, a tree lighting, a choir of young voices at a midnight service to transform my hardened heart. The losses that are carried each year into this season of merriment make it more and more difficult to genuinely enjoy Christmas. We need a gain! (we need a baby). From where I sit, the only ‘babies’ in our family are of the four legged variety. It’s just not the same!
Well, there’s always the quilting. It’s a good distraction.
Breaking out the Cotton and Steel is satisfying. I haven’t got a plan, no charts or sketches or maps to guide me – just the slow enjoyment of building blocks around the calico cross which is my favorite. It reminds me of Liberty prints and the 60’s when calico was ones’ only fabric choice for quilts. ‘Everything old is new again’ applies to quilt fabric too.
Today my quilt guild celebrates with a holiday brunch at a waterfront restaurant. We are each to bring a wrapped pillow and there will be some sort of an exchange. I decided that my Facing East blocks would translate into a good pillow sized at 20″ which was the only requirement.
There’s something disturbingly anatomical about the end result, which I didn’t see until the pillow form went into place. Owl eyes or breasts? Oh well, too late to make a replacement! Hopefully the recipient will like the AGF solids and linen so much that she will overlook her chesty pillow!
One of my guild friends requested a needle case – she is also a knitter so I included these wonderful little stitch markers. I’ve forgotten the name of the English company that sells them, but they are easy to find on the Purl Soho website.
Tula is on her third round of antibiotics. She is still phlegmy and honks like a goose, but her appetite is robust and she is gaining weight (and attitude!) She has a play date today with Stanley and Stella (pug and boston terrier). Stella is older and sweeter and a distant relative. I hope that they run her legs off! She needs some exercise – the kind that only her fleet footed breed can provide.
The December days are shorter, the nights cooler. There is a vat of split pea soup on the stove, homemade croutons to follow. Soup is the ticket.