This winter seems like a one-way street .
The new cuddly quilt is finished. Or is he still does not, he must be yes or quilted. I like to quilt with the machine, but I am not quite sure how.
way, I have to change anything to the original draft, the ceiling I like the way he is. And if he would have become larger, the backing fabric would not have passed. I wanted an edge anyway, I'm surrounded with a bias strip.
associate with the color I childhood memories. I was often at my grandmother for a visit and if I have not sorted there buttons or they have observed on the loom, I painted. The grandmother was not so great crayons and I usually scrawled with a blue-red pen on a graph paper. The quilt represents the color of these drawings. Two of the substances remind me of the bird seed house, which was at grandma's kitchen window sill secured, the sides were made of perforated sheet metal. I painted the kitchen table and watch the tits. The kitchen chairs were red and light turquoise kitchen furniture ... Now I know why I have so much due longed this world of color. My grandma is the day after 94th The red chairs she still has.
Here again the entire ceiling - the light is bad. It's snowing again.
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