Yesterday we went to Hambye, where a delightful quilt shop can be found. After months of making scrap quilts, I bought some fabrics which appealed to me, but with which I hadn’t the foggiest notion what I would make. Then we explored a new patisserie which has just opened and chose some gorgeous samples to take to the Mill, where our friend S has just returned from a month in Madeira, Lots to talk about while we were guzzling.
After lunch today we went for a walk. Having gone a bit too far for my old bones, Jock went back for the car while I walked on a bit further. There was a lady gardening near her gate, so I stopped to chat and admire the work. The accent wasn’t quite French, so I asked
if she was English. We haven’t deliberately sought anglophones during are 28 years in France, but it’s always good to fine a congenial compatriot. Now I have a new friend!
Home again, and I set to with paper and ruler to plan the quilt project – an enjoyable but elastic process!
I also bought the tiniest scrap of pansy fabric with which to replace my lost needle case
It still needs a bit of hand quilting to finish it off, which I will do while watching tv this evening.