the sun swept through the studio today, whipping up little glittery storms of dust and lint. it was a lovely day. i worked on a quilt top that is full of the sunniness. and it's chock full of gingham which is always steeped in sun for me. gingham means picnics and lemonade. and cool grass creating that tangled little relief sculpture on the palm of your hand from leaning back and gazing at the day. that is what this quilt is full of.
around lunchtime my parents and my aunt brought me a roll of cotton batting for my quilts. they had been on a little morning trip across the border, across the bridges, across the st. lawrence and back again. all to pick up my cotton quilting batting and deliver it to me. they are just awesome like that. my dad and my aunt settled onto the couch with ezra and my mother curled in a patch of sun like a cat, reading 'tess of the d'urbervilles'. i worked away sewing pieces of my quilt together.
we had sushi for lunch. a first for my 85 year old aunt. she loved it, although she didn't attempt chopsticks. it was my third time this week having sushi for lunch. (and, yes, it's wednesday. i'm in a bit of a sushi phase right now)
a few weeks ago i found an old mini tape recorder, the sort used for dictation back in the day. surprisingly the batteries hadn't corroded and when i pressed 'play' i discovered a 40 minute conversation i'd had with my grandfather when he was 99. (he lived to be a couple months shy of 105). so after our sushi lunch, i dug out the little tape recorder and played the conversation for my parents and my aunt. in the streams of sun. with our full bellies. snuggling with a warm contented dog. we all marvelled at how much my grandfather remembered and what great stories he was telling and how nice to have it all on tape.
so this is the background for today's quilt. it is soaked in sun and happiness and love and family memories. it's a good quilt.
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