The NASCAR of Quilting

The wait for the Bernina repair has begotten a  palooza-monster.  I've got enough cherries made for my wall hanging and I could stop - but I'm still in the zone.  By "in the zone" I mean I can whip a basting stitch around a 1 inch circle, yank it over a mylar template, pull the thread tight and cut the cord in record time.  Kind of  the equivalent of a NASCAR pit crew -  or maybe it's a rodeo calf roping thing - except I don't  pull the cord and jump up and throw my hands up in the air.  (Or yell, "Boogedy boogedy boogedy, let's go racing boys!")

Until I get the leaf pattern for Mrs. McGills Cherries drafted and cut, I wanted to keep going with this newfound talent.  I have some shades of solid purple  in my stash (for the day when I would appliqué a grapevine quilt I saw on Martha's Vineyard about 15 years ago) and that day has apparently arrived.  I'm now in the  purple-palooza zone.  My quilting Sherpa Debbie has schooled me on Mettler thread weights for appliqué and I have the background fabric all ready to go.

I'm feeling much less separation anxiety about the Bernina, too.