In a matter of hours we went from this.......
....basking in the sun outside.
huddled around the woodstove inside!
Outside it became a Winter Wonderland over night!
As the temperature continues to drop, I have turned once again to indoor projects. This lovely quilt is not my own work. It is a vintage 1930's quilt that I am repairing for a friend. His grandmother made it. It is surprisingly similar to a reproduction vintage quilt I have been working on for several decades in the same pattern and colors.
Two rigorous bathes and a new binding brought this beauty back to life. I took my chance on washing it in my machine. I hoped that I wouldn't end up with a faded pinky-red tattered blob. Luckily the original maker was wise enough to wash her pinks and reds before she pieced her quilt. It looks to me like a larger "bride's quilt" was cut in half to make a child-sized quilt. Some of the star patterns end rather abruptly at the borders. Who knows where the other half ended up, but this half now has a new lease on life.
Again I turn to Nature and sewing/crafting to ease my anxiety over another planned visit to my parents' house next week for Thanksgiving. It so horrible of me to say, but I do not even enjoy visiting there anymore. I am simply useful to them and find no joy in it at all. I will get to see lovely Pepper the Bengal cat again. She is always happy to see me. Well, my parents are happy to see me too, but I find each visit there more and more stressful. A stair lift device is being installed this week for my mother (much to my father's emotional and financial dismay). But I suppose this is a fact of aging parents that so many others deal with in their lives. I am grateful that after 46 days of being entirely bed-ridden, my mother decided to get up and join the world of the living again on October 30. She told us she would get out of the bed when she was "damn-well ready"...and that she did! So the rest of us are labeled cry babies and drama queens and all is now right with the world.