I like it. May still play around with other prints in my stash (sorry, no Kaffe Fasset fabric here) to see if I find something I like even better. This isn't the best picture because it was taken with a flash.
I was trying out very subtle tone-on-tones and batiks when auditioning borders. Nothing busy. I wanted to make the center stand out the way it does in an Amish quilt. But that just didn't work like I wanted it to. This is a fabric that I bought a bunch of many years ago (maybe 10) because I loved it. Now it seems way too formal and rigid to me so I don't mind using it here. My fabric tastes have definitely changed over the years.
Pokey in a scrap basket. By the way, that's my sewing machine covered in a batik cloth a friend brought me from Bali. I cover the machine so kitties don't play with the thread and to theoretically protect the machine from dust.
My baby has a scratch on her nose and she's not quite as well-groomed as she should be. She and Lily used to be so sweet together, with the cuddling and grooming, but it just isn't happening here in Paris. I'm still hoping that works itself out.
Blogging has certainly caught on since I first started my own two years ago. I'm thinking we're at the point of needing longer nicknames for our comments. Like I should be Lazy Gal Tonya R. I'm not sure where I would change that. Anyone know?
For those interested in quilt restoration, Sassenach Kim has posted an excellent tutorial for replacing a patch.
I'm going to whine a tiny bit now. Allergies are killing me and I'm too whimpy to call a doctor. aaagh. Anyone want to come be my personal assistant and take care of details like that? You can live in a cupboard and I'll toss in a baguette every once in a while. Heh heh heh.
Speaking of baguettes, I'm trying to go without for a couple of weeks. I knew I was getting out of control when I ate an entire loaf by myself at one sitting.