A quilt locked deep in my heart(space)

A top is finished. Photographed a couple of days ago when the sun shone brightly, lol. Now it covers a guest bed as the wall harbors what will be the back.

I'm not writing more than these posts, but the sewing is going full tilt!

I don't have much more to say about this rainbow quilt top, other than I will add a border because it's a tad smaller than the back, and when using the Kawandi method, both top and back are about the same size. And this way the rainbow perimeter squares won't be smaller than the rest; with Kawandi, you fold in the back and top edges about half an inch, the batting tucked under the back fold, if that makes sense. When I begin that process, I'll include some photos, or maybe in a few days, when the mystery quilt reaches its destination, I'll yammer about it in that post. I truly LOVE not dealing with quilt bindings anymore, and I don't mind at all the slower, hand-stitching manner which Kawandi promotes. Something very old-school and calming about it, which probably needs a post all its own.

We'll see what happens with that notion, LOL. Back to the border for the rainbow top; I had been thinking white, but those hues are SO vibrant, instead I'll use Kona Buttercup, a light yellow that won't impede against the deep yellows along the edge. I think I'll need about two inches of border, but I'm not going to measure it until the back is done. Three rows were sewn yesterday; I'm hoping to finish it by Friday, then make a quilt sandwich on Saturday. Then Saturday night, hee hee hee.... That evening I'll sit under a well-basted quilt and initiate the slow, satisfying hand-quilting process, maybe with deep pink thread. I will not rush this quilt's completion, wishing to savor the beauty, its healing propensities, and such a massive blessing draped over my lap. If I don't finish it until April or May, wonderful! I have another stash of safety pins in case another cozy emerges, LOL, and as I have noted about previous fave projects, they are only under construction ONCE.

The back after how many alterations. The collection, Foraged Found & Hand Me Down, is by Stephanie Sliwinski.

Well, quilts are only made once. Books? That's another story, says the author re-releasing a series written and first published over a decade ago.

Chicken nirvana. Owl is in the front, for the time being....

But more about Nothing More Complicated: The Hawk Book Four another day. Today is about the grace of a gorgeous quilt top, and a few chicken pics, hehehe. A few days ago they found where my husband dumps all their old hay and straw and they were in POULTRY HEAVEN! I wandered out to witness their hen-happiness, scratching through damp, nasty hay refuse, finding WHO KNOWS WHAT kinds of treasures that only tiny dinosaurs can appreciate. All eight were happy as proverbial clams, although Owl was keeping a little distance, not sure why. She is an independent hen, maybe her time lost in the wall altered her, or she merely has a need for solitude hardwired in her brain. She wasn't that far away, yet on her own, and I notice that when separated from the rest, she doesn't start clucking (or crying as we call it) for her sisters the way most of the Barnevelders do. Nadia also maintains her cool, haha, and of course Camilla never seems bothered if she's alone. She's usually the ringleader, three or four Barnevelders as her posse.

Here is Owl a few feet away, giving me quite the side-eye. Hey chicken, just keep your feathers unruffled....

I do plan to include chickens in an upcoming novel (or two); owning them has been an extremely valuable learning experience, not to mention the eggs we receive. Yesterday I made egg salad, deviled eggs too. They all lay just about every day, that's a lotta eggs! Not much to relate hens to quilts, or to books for that matter, other than eventually chickens will figure in The Enran Chronicles, if I can ever find the time and wherewithal to move on with that saga. Or more rightly, and hand-on-heart honest, once the Spirit moves me in that literary direction. Only then will fictional chickens closely based on our real-life hens make their mark in my authoristic outputs. One of these days, I smile to myself, not needing Future Me to make an appearance. As the Heartspace Rainbow Quilt was gifted to me, so will another story, one of these marvelous, precious days.