It's done. Hallelujah! I connect this poem to it, by way of a name:
Fishing in the Keep of Silence by Linda Gregg
There is a hush now while the hills rise up and God is going to sleep. He trusts the ship of Heaven to take over and proceed beautifully as He lies dreaming in the lap of the world. He knows the owls will guard the sweetness of the soul in their massive keep of silence, looking out with eyes open or closed over the length of Tomales Bay that the herons conform to, whitely broad in flight, white and slim in standing. God, who thinks about poetry all the time, breathes happily as He repeats to Himself: There are fish in the net, lots of fish this time in the net of the heart.
My method: I used three sizes of patches and then I framed the whole thing with long strips of brown interspersed with a few random patches. I pieced the back with some fabrics from the front, plus a big block of green and a big block of gold; unfortunately, some of the piecing was wonky here. Nervously, I started machine quilting with gold thread. I stitched a long wavy line from corner to corner of the patches; using that as my guide, I stitched on both sides until I ran into the frame. For the frame, I did concentric rectangles in brown thread. I bound the quilt in dark brown.
My satisfaction with the finished quilt was deepened by Kim's pleasure and excitement when I gave it to her. Truly I am dreaming in quilt designs these days because of all this. . .
See the dark green shirt pocket (usable!) patch below Kim's forearm?
I am a wife and mother of two. I am a stay-at-home mom, a Mennonite, and a city dweller. I like to make things (see the blog categories below). This blog is a record of what I make and the ways I try to be thrifty. Welcome!
"Thrift is the really romantic thing; economy is more romantic than extravagance...thrift is poetic because it is creative; waste is unpoetic because it is waste...if a man could undertake to make use of all the things in his dustbin, he would be a broader genius than Shakespeare."