Autumn leaves
combine all the colors that are my favorites.
Back in May I began working on
a small embroidery pattern by Crabapple Hill Studio.
I had gotten out crayons and
started coloring.
It even traveled with me over the summer.
When the embroidery was finished it
seemed way to big for a pillow.
So it became the center medallion for my
September small quilt.
"Autumn Song"
I added some simple borders
in those wonderful fall colors.
Why not include some beads
rather than make all those french knots
for blackberries.
Keep it simple with some quilting in the ditch
and a leaf motif for the outer border.
Autumn Song is complete and
ready to accompany the changing season.
Another month finished.
Check in with Wendy to see
some other September finishes.
****
This weekend will be an interesting one for me.
I'm traveling back to my home town in Michigan and
attending my 50th high school reunion.
Good grief!!!
How did that happen.!!
Should be interesting to say the least.
How many people will I recognize from the class of
about 200 kids?
Or even, how many people will recognize me?
I'm sure we have all changed a lot.
We were the class of 1968
and we are forced admit we are all 68.
A special combination that only happens
once every 100 years.
Two of my long time girlfriends,
(nursery school and kindergarten friends)
will be accompanying me, so we have each other
for moral support.
I had gotten out crayons and
started coloring.
It even traveled with me over the summer.
When the embroidery was finished it
seemed way to big for a pillow.
So it became the center medallion for my
September small quilt.
"Autumn Song"
I added some simple borders
in those wonderful fall colors.
Why not include some beads
rather than make all those french knots
for blackberries.
Keep it simple with some quilting in the ditch
and a leaf motif for the outer border.
Autumn Song is complete and
ready to accompany the changing season.
Another month finished.
Check in with Wendy to see
some other September finishes.
****
This weekend will be an interesting one for me.
I'm traveling back to my home town in Michigan and
attending my 50th high school reunion.
Good grief!!!
How did that happen.!!
Should be interesting to say the least.
How many people will I recognize from the class of
about 200 kids?
Or even, how many people will recognize me?
I'm sure we have all changed a lot.
We were the class of 1968
and we are forced admit we are all 68.
A special combination that only happens
once every 100 years.
Two of my long time girlfriends,
(nursery school and kindergarten friends)
will be accompanying me, so we have each other
for moral support.