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.