The Puffyless Runner

A Pretty Little Hill Near My Grandmother's Farm

All of the above photographs were taken along the route to my grandmother's house. (Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother's house we go . . . ) And though seeing a New England Fall is still on my "must see" list, I do think I'll never witness a prettier Fall than what can be enjoyed in the South.

Last night I finished the runner I was making for a chest in our sitting room. I previously posted photos of my fabric choices, cut squares, and the body of the work once it was pieced. I cannot call myself a quilter, though I did machine quilt along each row of squares, both horizontally and vertically. I did not have enough of the batting I preferred using, so I utilized what I had on hand: a not so thick 100 % cotton batting. I doubled it for a thickness more like I had in mind for the project. Initially, as I began sewing, I thought the chosen batting was indeed all wrong. I had wanted it to make the squares sorta puffy. When done, however, I was relieved that I had not, after all, gone in that direction. Smoother is just a better look for the runner's new home. I completed the runner by zigzagging the edges of each side. I will post photos of the runner later this week.

Last night I took Deutsch and Scout outside once more before bedtime. As I started down the front steps, something wet fell on my left arm. I was surprised at the first hint of rain. After we came back indoors, we heard a tremendous "boom" sound. What in the world? A few minutes later, as I was brushing my teeth in one of the upstairs bathrooms (with Deutsch and Scout faithfully by my side), we suddenly heard more of the same, though this time it was quite distinguishable as thunder. And then came the rain! Well, long story short, I was unable to go on line. I tried repeatedly but to no avail. I'm guessing the reason may have been weather related. At any rate, what you are now reading is officially (by my own proclamation) yesterday's entry. Today's will appear, barring any unforseen thunderstorms, at its regularly scheduled time.

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