It's Raining, It's Pouring, The Old Man is Snoring

And I've been hiding away in Sheville.

First I made a doll quilt with some leftover blocks.

Then I finally layered, quilted and bound my spools quilt. I've named it Jesse's Shirts-N-Skirts. Jesse was my grandmother, a farm wife, who I know made some of her family's clothing. I'll bet she had shirtings and calicoes just like this in her scrap basket.


Then I busied myself making the wonkiest quilt top to ever grace Sheville. Have you ever tried to square up any of these book panels? I'll tell ya it's enough to drive a woman to drink. I figured out why it was at the bottom of the kit pile at our kid's quilt charity sew-in. Everyone else was smart enough to run like **** in the opposite direction of it. I'm glad it's done and I can turn it in at the next guild meeting for someone else to quilt. I don't ever want to see it again.


Then since it was the seventh day in a row of rain, I started in on a Jo Morton concentric log cabin quilt.

I'll finish it after dinner. I had to stop and let everything cool down in Sheville. Things were really heating up in there with all this work going on.

Or maybe it was a hot flash?