End of a Long Day

Tom, thanks for that wine from Christmas. I finally cracked it open and shared it with friends after an action packed day. Long time since I've done that. Toasting the end of January, and a very long year.

Thing One, Thing Two

A raw shot of Thing Two taken just for a record. Off it went with its better half, Thing One, to RIT's ShopOne2. That is a little, and pretty terrific, gallery on the campus, in their Global Village complex. And my Things are in good company.

Deer Friends

Don't be fooled, there are 7 more hiding in the brush. They were out in the yard doing their winter maintenance -- fertilizing, pruning -- you get the idea. Wish they would get a real job, so they could take vacations at least.

Checking for Fit

The freezer paper template is checked against my fabric. The veins are cut freehand, then it is all pieced. But with some guidance from my drawing. Hope that the work will retain some of that freehand cut feel.

Companionship

Searching for the right pairing of these two leaves for the boots quilt. Thought you might like to see the progress.

Ninety-nine Years for Mom's Birthday

There are just nine candles here, but we did not want to set off the fire alarms. Happy Birthday, mom, and thanks for the gift of longevity.

Need a Spoon?

Quick trip down the mall way to take care of upcoming birthday presents and I was stopped (and moved to document) this window from Anthropologie, where they constructed a "dress" (ditto background) with dyed wooden spoons. Understated color. And GREEN.

Starting Somewhere

Can't find my camera, so the LG phone will have to do for now. First leaf is taking shape, and the cold is forcing me to concentrate on making progress.

Total Indecision

More fabric thrown on the wall. Trying to choose direction. Stay tuned.

Night Light

There are colder parts of this US, but it is cold enough, thank you. The scene near Starry Nights Cafe tonight with a dusting of lake effect snow on the way.

Background Camouflage

Camouflage the back? You bet. I love to hide my stitches, and even better, to sink my sleeve in the fabric back as well. My pin cushion is a hunk of spray painted cloth, left over from Mary Diamond's class on portraits.