even now, change is happening

It came.  I did find a place to print my photographs on fabric.  Which means that my quilts are changing.

 I love the patchwork:  the colours, the piecing, the process, the quilting, the end result.  It is a lovely place to hide from the world when the world is going crazy around me.  It is a lovely way to use scraps from my other sewing.  And useful because it keeps us warm.  Which I was not last night but that is another story.  Quilts add colour to life in so many ways.

After making my Christmas tree quilt.  Realizing it was just a photograph on fabric.  I thought why not me?  Why not my memories?  And that is what I am doing.  Quilts have always been some type of a memory holder.  That fabric reminds  you off . . .  That quilt spoke to you at that point in life because . . .  This will be similar but the same.  I am still piecing the backs though.  More colour.  More joy.  More peace.