Back when it was still Winter, Dear Readers, and too dark in the evenings to indulge in the stitching of the tiny Petit-point cushions I am obsessed with, I found myself turning to the simpler exercise of sewing together tiny patches for a quilt. Some of you might remember that years ago (where does the Time go?) Daphne and Renee had embarked on a project of making a quilt from some patches Daphne had found in the attic, along with the sewing machine. And Renee had immediately taken the little piece they had started and gave it to her Grandpere for a lap quilt when they brought him to the Park in his wheel chair. As is the way of things.... this little project had not been "in the regular plan" of this story and had been sprung on me by surprise! And I suppose you can imagine that the busy-ness of Real Life got in the way of any progress at all in this little project, and then Covid turned the world upside down and the Story itself was left waiting for the next piece to come along.... and it is waiting still. But I had cut out a "selection" of little squares to use.... and they were "somewhere..." in a pile of the not yet finished projects.... and I knew I could keep stitching the little squares together even in the poor light of a winter's night. I dug them out and decided to cut a few more tiny squares from the finest of the cloth scraps (many are old Liberty of London cotton scraps from my former Mother in Law) and so I had my stitching for dark evenings ready to go!
I am sure you will think I am silly, Dear Readers,
And even though Daphne and Renee haven't "finished" it yet,
And Grandpere still has his "lap quilt"
