Sunday was a lovely birthday, snow notwithstanding. My sister came over and presented me a beautiful quilt as a birthday present.
The pattern is Flying Geese, and the batt is wool. Perfect for winter.
Purrfect for cats, too. Toby misses no opportunity to snuggle with wool.
Jan helped me lay out a color sequence for my next warp. It will be cool blues and purples, with that big cone of cotton slub there on the bottom.
And here we are, up to today, blue skies from horizon to horizon.
The red towels are finished, and ready to wing away. The blue and green are finished, too. Ha, ha! Down to a pair apiece, there.
I haven't tied the warp back to the breast beam yet. There probably are a dozen and a half towels left on the warp beam.
They will be one or the other of these oranges. I'm leaning heavily to the lighter one. Orange cremesicle, I'd call it. Then the boucle warp from above for light summer shrugs or the like. I'll have to flip the yardage in the air and see how it lands. (Boucle is French for bump, I used to tell my customers.)
These last dozen plus towels will be the end of my towel flags. The little project has been a blessing to me. Before you get all snotty nosed and have soggy tissues in your pockets, here is an old poem, by A.W. Meek, who died in Australia, in 1988. I have a framed copy over my desk.
Something to do is a wonderful thing.
Keep up your stride. Stay in the ring.
Labor is blessing. A bright one and true.
Be thankful, be happy, for
Something to do.
I believe everyone likes the towels; they've all gone to good homes, in pairs and some to spare. I am just short of 200, so it's not over from that standpoint. Like swinging for the bleachers, bottom of the nineth, score tied, no one on base.
One of you suggested a map with pins for destinations. I may do a brief, anonymous survey of states and countries. Too many of us are missing, for one reason or another. Who remembers Graham, One Stoned Crow, the incredible photographer from anywhere in Africa, mostly South Africa?
Or Tom, Hippo on the Lawn? I believe his address was anywhere in the world.
I do wish the best for all of us who have thrown hats into the blogger ring. And fishing lines. And flags. And words. We all are blessed.