I worked later than I wanted to this evening. Then I hurried and had my dinner so I could run into the office to pick up some papers, and be there early enough to see one of the people in my department before she headed home. I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen her since early last summer. . . except on Zoom. It’s crazy how long we’ve been apart. We’re getting really close to 2 years working from home. It was really good to get to see her and have a chat. We don’t get enough of that these days.
After I got home I took the boys for a nice walk, and then I settled in to my sewing room to whack away at the indigo Frankenbag panels. And I got them done.
And now I’m anxious to see them quilted. I think it will really transform them.
Here’s a bigger view of each. I’m considering this first one the front of the bag.
I really like that fussy cut spiral image. I’m not a big fussy cutter, but I this fabric called for it.
Here’s a close up of the strips of fabric between the fussy cut block and the vertical block on the right. I think it’s harder to see in the larger photo that there are several different batik prints in that vertical strip.
I just love those indigo batiks. The different patterns and the lovely variation you get in color from batiks. I also love that the colors from fabric to fabric are a little different. I think it makes it all more interesting. And it’s more casual, like the variation in the crumb pieces.
Here’s the back of the bag.
One of the things that I love about my blog platform is that I can look at all kinds of metrics about who visits the site. One of the things I can see is how many visitors I have, broken out by country for each day. It’s so much fun to see how the countries vary. Yesterday there were no views from Panama. Today, 157 views from Panama. I’m so curious as to how all those people in Panama found out about my blog.
Here’s the rest of the countries on my list.
I’m having to wrap early tonight because I have to start work at 7 am.
I’ll leave this photo of my little Forrest for you. Forrest was my first Jack Russell terrier and he definitely had, and still has, my heart. He is the dog to which all other dogs are compared, and none measure up.
I always knew that if I couldn’t locate Forrest at night, he was in that room curled up on that pillow.