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.
