Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I did enjoy sewing yesterday and will continue today. At the end of the week I'm watching a quilting show with a friend at her house. She's signed up and I will buddy up with her. I am fascinated with quilting, but the Rosie Lee Thompkins kind: free spirited and unmeasured. The show is supposedly in that vein. I love Gee's Bend quilts, and many years ago my younger daughter and I saw the show at a local art museum, sketched some ideas while there, then came home and made our own crazy quilts. Mine is still at the foot of a guest room bed. I also love the Kantha quilts from India, with all the minute stitches and myriad of colors. I've never made one, but I like the idea of trying. Baby quilt size is about all I can handle, and the fabrics I picked this time are soft, flannely and sweet: moon and stars on a gray background, lamas on a mint green background, and forest animals on soft gray. I also have rainbow stripes with contrasting lilac stars for small burp cloths or shoulder pads. I used to do more elaborate quilts, but now my eyesight and aging joints make it too challenging. I've adapted, rather than quit altogether, which I believe to be the wise choice.