Rain. Lots of it. Slow and steady.
Just finishing some old thing.
I am using an old piece of indigo chambray. One piece that was just big enough. It was rolled up for years. I am happy to find a use for it. To back the old patchwork. Nothing in between, basted loosely like in this little video.
The binding was already there. It's a table cloth. And I promised Mom I would cover the raggedy back. Which never bothered me but drove her crazy. So now. I am finally getting to that. Not because I need to . Because I want to. It's a kind of closure. As I fold and stitch against the binding we added together, I realize how long some promises linger. I've no plans to quilt this in any fancy way. Just hold it together. So it lasts forever.
And I will address the center in some way, as I had been imagining.
Note to self. How things change. How promises are more like processes.