Just some personal musings, and then another note about my quilt... When I was 3-years-old, my parents passed away. Shortly thereafter, I was adopted by my father's sister and her husband, my aunt and uncle. They were a young childless couple. I was greatly loved and kindly treated. My new mom quit her job, which she had taken during WWII, as many women did then. She came home to raise me, full-time. What a wonderful home I had. I was pondering about it this morning. My heart swelled with gratitude for the sacrifices they made for me, by choice. Mom stayed home and fed me 3 nice meals a day, sewed most of my clothing for a number of years, gardened, and taught me so many things. My dad had a good job and worked hard providing for all of us. I can never "re-pay" it, but I do wish to live my life in such a way as to honor their kindness...
I hope, when it is my time to go home to meet them, that I won't look back to now, and think that I wish I had lived my life differently. I know we will all have regrets. But I hope not to take on any more than necessary.
Here you can see where I am hand-quilting my new quilt. I just have it lying on a work table.
A closer look at my hand stitching - far from perfect, but I suspect by the time I get this finished, my stitches will be more even.
It is very gentle, relaxing work.