So I spent the weekend whipping out endless hst's - 352 to be exact. I was a woman on a mission and I think my sewing machine was really happy when that last seam was stitched:
My iron and I bonded:
I stitched love and hugs and prayers into every seam and then pressed them so they could not be washed out:
Then it was on to stitching of rows -the lighting here is awful that background is not that dark:
And more rows:
DH left at 4 am. The sun came up and the sun went down and I sewed until the cows, and he, came home:
And at the end of the day, a quilt top was born:
I took it to Jackie yesterday. When she retires, which I told her she couldn't do, I am going shopping for a quilting machine.