Winter Baubles tells the story in the colors captured here. There are the bright blues of the winter sky, the shadows of blue on snow covered paths, the watery blues of sunlight reflected off the ice in the birdbath, and the darkest blue of night. Like colored glass hung in a window to catch the streaming light, the baubles hang against a cloud of white.
I imagine that the smallest of breeze could set them spinning and twirling to cast a dancing hue of blue light across the wall. Of course, I am only being fanciful, but I find this one very restful to view.
Need I tell you....it is stiff as a board from all the thread and heavy quilting. Miles of thread does not make a quilt for cuddling! It does hang straight :)
So I think this adventure is over. I have a couple of tops that are in need of quilting. I may get to them next month. It is time to crank up the ovens and begin some baking......cookies, and breads.
Happy stitching.
I imagine that the smallest of breeze could set them spinning and twirling to cast a dancing hue of blue light across the wall. Of course, I am only being fanciful, but I find this one very restful to view.
Need I tell you....it is stiff as a board from all the thread and heavy quilting. Miles of thread does not make a quilt for cuddling! It does hang straight :)
So I think this adventure is over. I have a couple of tops that are in need of quilting. I may get to them next month. It is time to crank up the ovens and begin some baking......cookies, and breads.
Happy stitching.