I’m making progress on my temperature quilt. I don’t attach the months together until they are complete, so what’s shown is only January and February. In my garden. Of course.
The Los Angeles Times published the unique factoid that our past February was the coldest it had been in 113 years. I was remembering back to last year when we had a high of 84. We get cranky in Southern California when it is that hot, that early in the year. So we’re all loving this year, of course.
Wunderground, which is owned by Weather.com, has changed up my easy-access for looking up past weather. So, after some searching, I found the Time and Date had the information I needed. Their information for March for my area is not presented in a neat little calendar, but in a scrolling graph. It works for me, though. (Don’t know why Wunderground changed everything–now it only gives forecasts, not history, and yes, I sent them an email.)
I finished my “Temperature Gauge” block, to go on the back of the quilt. We had hail (!) the other day, and I wished I had some sort of indicator for that. But my choice is to keep it simple.
I finished Week One’s blocks of the ancient-history Bee Happy Sewalong Quilt, or as I call it, Being Trapped in the Dungeon of Cute.
I used Sew Sassy Threads on the detail stitching on the Flower Pot. It’s a thicker thread, made by Superior Threads, and it sews really easily. Sometimes on thicker threads I like to use sashiko needles, but I this time used a regular needle with a slightly larger eye and it worked just fine.
Here they all are together, and yes, they are cute! Leisa made me promise that there was no deadline for getting this done (we are doing this in tandem), so I’m taking it slowly. It’s a good project for me to have as I like to have handwork at night to do while I watch Marie Kondo’s Tidying Up episodes. I live in dread that she is going to ring my doorbell and make me pile up all my fabric on my bed, then make me give away all that doesn’t spark joy, saying thank you to each fat quarter that doesn’t make my heart sing.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
I leave you with this image of my husband standing out front of a genuine Fish and Chips shop in Dublin, Ireland, when we visited last September.
May your heart sing everytime you touch fabric.