It was a bit rainy and dreary in my corner of Provence this weekend. A good time to start a fire (in the fireplace!) and read a book. Managed to read this Margaret Atwood - published in '86, it's taken me a while.
If you're looking for marshmallows and double rainbows, give this one a miss. But still, very interesting, thought-provoking, and the great thing about dystopian novels is they always make your own life seem fabulous in comparison!
I also spent some time mucking around with a fat-eighth set of Anna Maria Horner's new line, Innocent Crush. (Just the quilting cottons.)
So far I have pieced and sewn into strips.
Next step will be to join it all together and then some, *gasp*, applique. I don't know why I do it to myself.
This week is going to be a big sewing week - the machine must go in for her service, I can't put it off any longer. As always I think I'll just finish one more thing... now she's 3 months overdue.