Tuesday afternoon I went out to Fran's house for a reunion of my writing group, the first time we've all been together this summer, what with Margaret at chamber music camp and me all over the state. Margaret's sister Caroline from Hartford, Connecticut -- a cellist -- was here also, with photos of the mama black bear and three cubs who wandered into her front yard!
Tuesday evening the Dump Salad group of quilters came to my house for supper. What a wonderful bunch of women! Each doing something different: knitting a prayer shawl, making beautiful (really beautiful) jewelry, knitting squares to felt into a bag, appliqueing a table runner, needle punching . . . there's nothing they can't do.
Yesterday I took three table runners, a wall hanging and another bed size quilt to Linda in Reedsburg, another long-arm quilter, who finally has time to do them. Two of the table runners are oriental, one is a seed packet floral stack 'n whack-type for spring. The wall hanging is the leaf pattern done with Shiva Paintstix. It was a lot of fun to do! The big quilt is from a book called French Market, the pattern is called Rose Trellis, but I'm calling my quilt "French Flea Market" because that's what it looks like to me: very La Boheme, something one would find on a treasure hunt in Paris. It is promised to my oldest (as in longest-term) friend Mary for her birthday; I'll take it to her in Denver over Labor Day. I'll post photos of all these quilts when I get them back -- which will take a while. I can see most of the top of my cutting table now.
Meanwhile I'm sewing together five 120 inch strips of teal batiks for a summer-weight coverlet to replace The Quilt From Hell. Not only is it not really a king-size quilt, which I've sworn off, but without all those seams, it will be truly summer weight.
Returning from Reedsburg yesterday I came via Spring Green, a beautiful drive. And I wanted to stop at Paradise Teas to get a replacement for my tea infuser, lost somewhere between here and The Clearing two weeks ago. The amount of standing water in Spring Green, especially as you come in on Highway 23, is heart-breaking. Homes still sitting in a foot or more of water.