A couple weeks back, I spent a rugged day struggling with a lone star quilt block. Not fun.
Today, I dug out bow tie quilt block templates from my Grandmother that I've long wanted to use. I couldn't figure out how they went together before now.
Of course, a trick from the monster lone star block was the key!
I am grateful for difficult lessons, and for a connection to the past.
Grandma died before I knew her. The quilt she made from this pattern -- a favorite from my childhood -- is threadbare or maybe gone.
It feels like a zen moment -- the pieces falling in place (literally), new skills and a rainy afternoon to play with fabric.
What a wonderful weekend with family. It's so very good to have my born-into family and my married-into family, not to mention the extended honorary family, all of whom are so very dear. I am fortunate.
Beautiful purpley blue "weeds" find purchase and flourish in shallow rocky ground. Lanky green stems alongside white bursts of Queen Anne's lace decorate the roadside.
...getting my head in the game (and out of the weekend) this morning.
I want to crawl back in bed to sleep some more. I am grateful for a bed to crawl out of and a cool night's sleep.
I don't want to go to work. I am lucky and grateful to have a job.
It's hot and I have to walk in it. It's cooler than it's been. I am lucky and grateful to have legs and lungs that work well. I am lucky and grateful to ride on an air conditioned train, work in an air conditioned building, live in an apartment where the A/C works.