It is growing

Like a shell or a tree, my quilts grow slowly, starting in the middle. No finishing of a top alltogether; instead, strips are being "wrapped" around the center until the desired size is reached. In the end, there should be a backing, but that's the most difficult part – the reptile quilt is still waiting to be finished. :-(

Spring walk downtown

On a spring Sunday afternoon, everyone is out for a walk in our hometown. People sit in cafés, a blanket wrapped around their hips and legs, because it is not really warm yet! It is warm in the sunshine, but an icy cold wind lingers and kept us from sitting outdoors, we walked to stay warm.
Lovely photo light! I hurried to take the picture with the evening sun on the baroque facade. It changed within seconds.

We took an elevator up to the eighth floor of a design house. There are furniture and kitchen shops on every floor, and in some parts you can see that it is an old store building.
We had a nice view over the city from the roof -- I took the photo behind tinted glass which explains the green sky.

Fiddling with the tiniest scraps

Sometimes when I see pictures on quilters' blogs showing inchies, I wonder how the ladies find the patience to do this. Lately I have come to finding pleasure in the challenge of smallness, also trying to use every snippet of my treasured fabrics, knowing there is no supply, once they are used. On the other hand, it is possible to reproduce some of the patterns by ordering a reprint, but the result is not satisfying, the feel is different. Sometimes I'm ridden by regret to have discarded so many fabrics before I started quilting.
Sometimes I tell myself to be more confident in the richness and reproductive power of life. Generally. To trust the unity of spirit and to feel embedded in the flow of life instead of clinging to what I cherish for being unique...