This shawl pattern is from a book titled Folk Shawls by Cheryl Oberle. The 25 patterns range from simple like the one I did for my Mom to very complex. This one is no as simple. Keeps you counting and thinking. If I didn't still love to make quilts I could turn into a seriously addicted knitter of the complex but not the mundane. Socks or basic scarves bore me.
I've sort of started on the t-shirt quilt for my oldest Grand-daughter but got way-layed by a request for a quilt for a charity auction. For the last two years I have made them something new and this year I had planned to donate something that was already done, except they asked if I would consider donating the very one that is hanging on Lyn's bedroom wall. The last one that hung there I sold right off her wall. I can't do that her again mainly because I don't have anything to replace it. She like her sister Rene does not share my taste in colors. Lyn's an autumn person too, I have come to believe both of them are truly their Father's children when it comes to color.
It's a whole cloth quilt with painted trees. The quilting will take the most time. So I am going to duplicate it as much as it is possible to do a copy of an original when you no longer have the fabric. On Friday I put four lengths of fabric in dye, hoping for something close to the color I wanted. Of the four, one is very close, the other three will find themselves in an over dye pot one of these days.
I left some of you hanging with no end to the outcome of Lyn's trip to DC. It follows this entry. Forgive me the disorderly arrangement of the entries.