As you recall from last post, I decided on a quilting project. Cut up old jeans, bought denim, assembled. My straight pins are all bent.
I pieced and pieced and finally ditched everything to start free range quilting (my term). I started with one piece and just kept adding. I borrowed a sewing machine. There is some Bible verse about getting into heaven.... I just remember that being rich does not do it and there is a reference to the eye of a needle. Damn, that eye is small. My eyes are shot and I have been cussing up a storm trying to get that stupid thread through an elusive hole.
And then, there is the bobbin. Every time I get on a roll, the bobbin runs out of thread.
Nieces arrive saturday.... I may need to just buy sleeping bags. Next post will be finished project of bunkroom.
I hearby request that master quilters Leigh Douglas and Mary Barrett forgive me for this grave insult to the art of quilting. I could not help it...........
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