Just for fun, here’s a little show and tell.
I often note the number of clothing scraps in a quilt. This time, it’s eight. Circled in red above.
Gifts show up too. The left-hand image below features one of Deb’s hand-dyed vintage scraps. The right-side central yellow also came from Deb, while the periwinkle windows were mailed from California, a gift from Nancy.
The white and blue cotton scraps, above, were given to me by Kristin Anne Freeman, way back when we were collaborating on the Hearts for Charleston Quilt. One reason I love the fabric is that it reminds me of her. Another reason is that the print delightfully reveals, to this eye anyway, house after house.
Now to bind, attach hanging sleeve, and sign.
It’s forty degrees warmer than yesterday, so we walked around Crystal Lake. Very pretty light. Almost a balmy wind (not really, but it wasn’t Arctic). Depicted above is the window that spontaneously shattered in the intense cold the night before last.
I love when scraps have stories. Quite a temperatur swing. We had little frost quakes here.
What are frost quakes? The earth moved?
Like when you just get so much rain and then a deep deep freeze and the water freezes in the ground and it expands and cracks and sometimes lifts the rocks right out of the ground.
Just amazing. Our window crack, on the other hand, was probably related to pressure changes to the gas in between the panes.
I’m in love with this piece, Dee
Thanks Kristin.
https://www.nbcnews.com/science/science-news/frost-quakes-dropping-temperatures-can-lead-mysterious-booms-rcna69030
Thank you Nancy! I guess I could’ve looked it up too. Wild stuff.
Love this neighborhood! Home within ❤️
The cloth stories add to the whole, held within, like these smaller houses. It is always interesting to me how different fabric can look depending on how much is used, what other fabrics surround it or the direction the pattern is placed. Cool.
Your shattered window is really something! Sooo cold…and then not! Stay safe and well in these wild weather shifts 🙂
Neighborhood! Such a good word. Maybe it’ll be “something something neighborhood” instead of what I’ve been calling it “yellow roof house.”
Yes, Nancy has it. Neighborhood. Or “many mansions”. The wild swings in temperature are disconcerting, to say the least.
Between the temp swings and the near absence of snow, winter as we knew it seems a thing of the past.
Whoa… spontaneously shattered 😱
wondering now if a frost quake triggered the broken window …
and love how the cloth bits from kindred spirits inhabit this house … the word community comes to mind
I think it was a pressure change affecting the gas between the panes. Or I should say, that’s what my chemical engineer husband thinks.
I’ve never heard of a window doing that .. scary and happy it was only the one. The big thing here with the deep freeze is all the pot holes we get .. sure makes driving the city streets a challenge.
Again the different colors and textures in this piece are absolutely stunning.