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Wonder if this quilt will warm my husband still in this winter. Stitching doesn't seem to harm my wrist as long as I wear this protective glove. I found out that without it I would twist my left wrist and bend it to a degree that must have been too much. The right hand, although holding the needle, remains less active.
I used parts of my husband's shirt with buttons. Through being worn, clothes preserve some of their wearers' story, it seems. (Who knows this better than Jude?) I have always sensed this since our old clothes were used in woven rugs in my childhood.
It is fascinating to integrate other people's story into one's projects, too.
Yet I like to know who they are; I probably would hesitate to use worn clothes from unknown persons, even though washed or dry-cleaned.

It is still snowing heavily. It is a lot darker than it looks, I took this picture at 1/60 sec. I'm glad that the supermarket is just around the corner. I'm a little timid about walking over ice.

To give life some more color, I painted another watercolor. It looks pretty skewed and crooked; I will give that motif another try.
The title: "Radiant Pyramid".
The wheel of inner energies sends out joy. May it send them to you!