It is official! The wrinkly lines in my brain must have been created with a walking foot.
No matter where I look I see a pattern that MUST be translated into fabric and thread (and buttons, and ric rac, and felt, and glitter...oh, sooo much glitter!).
Instead of just taking snaps of this precious grandgirlie, I make her hold up my quilts.
My sister does a better job but she refuses to wear the crown.
And she doesn't curl into my lap for story time.
Which is probably best.
Did I mention that the Modern Quilt ladies are working on an Ohio Star project?
The designs are piling up and if I ever need proof that my poor little noggin is filled with thread and batting, all I need to do is look closely at my doodles.
Because I clearly have quilting on my mind.