Yesterday afternoon I felt the November Journal Quilt coming on.
Torn paper stencils, screened with discharge paste.
With sensible head on I mixed the discharge
paste wearing full respirator mast, and set about
the process. I noticed our window cleaner, next
door. He noticed me looking like an alien (no place
to hide in the conservatory) and almost fell of his
ladder. I am not sure whether he knows exactly
what I do, except every time he calls he must
wonder why my room is a 'creative' mess and
the dyeing area outside is a bit colourful.
This morning, up early, I started quilting Ghost
Leaves. Everything going well - too well?
Keith had been complaining about a spot in
his vision - he managed to get an emergency
appointment at the Eye Hospital this morning.
The quilting was finished conveniently for me
to take it along and tie the ends in. Well, now
I'm home again, Keith is awaiting an op for a
detached retina. He'll be home tomorrow morning.
It's his birthday - hope he can manage some cake.