Spent some time on the swing yesterday, and it was delightful. Up early, the air is crisp, and it's pretty quiet. Till someone in a neighboring house starts up the gas blower! Holy cow that ruins a moment really fast. Of course as soon as I finished getting my stuff moved back into the house, wouldn't you know it, they stopped. Somedays you just need to go with the flow.
Ran some errands, poked around the yard a bit and then settled down and machine quilted my pillow top. I have the binding on it, still needs the handwork, so not done in time to show you today. It's cute, not as cute as I thought, but then I don't have the pillow in yet. We'll see. It's not ugly. I don't think anyway, and really if it is I can take it. That's the good thing about fabric, it's just fabric. The world won't end if my pillow is not up to standards. I'm sure it's good enough to be scrunched into the corner of the sofa till it's a misshaped lump. Which is what happens to most pillows around here that aren't in protective custody.
Ok, enough blathering.. that binding won't sew itself right?