Somehow when I was busy with other things, summer has morphed into fall. No frost yet here but days and evenings are definitely cooler and trees are beginning to color. It's lovely, but transitory. Colder days are coming.
And transitions abound. Later this week, we'll be heading back to Upper Michigan to bury the matriarch of my husband's family, the indomitable Aunt Tyyne Maki, born in Finland, who passed away last week at the grand age of 95. So very glad we got to see her one last time in early August. Meanwhile, some of our closest friends, a couple we've known since college, have bailed on this northern climate for Florida. Our Thanksgiving table will be smaller this year.
Life, and quilting, go on.
Friday evening I drove out into the deep country to pick up a quilt from the wonderful Creations by Marge. She has worked her magic on my scrappy Bricks and Stepping Stones
and all that remains is the binding. I got the binding made and sewn on in a fit of enthusiasm on Friday night.
And extra credit points to anyone who's been quilting long enough to remember the binding fabric:
Isn't this backing fabric great?
What a nice antique-y look it has... Bonus--there is some of it left to ride again in another quilt.
Now, all that remains is hand-sewing the binding to the backing, and attaching the label. And intrepid longarm quilter Marge even throws in a label!
