The binding is in the same fabric as the flower petals and is only 1/4", very narrow. The quilting is free motion leaves.
Have not sewn the binding on the crane yet, but it is ready to be applied, then I can finish while watching a movie.
Now, although I still have WIPs that need to be completed, I'm full of ideas for new projects. I started a new piece that I'm experimenting with because I have a larger quilt in mind, but want to see how certain ideas might work, first. I worked on it yesterday morning and was liking it so much, that further experimenting seemed like fun. Embroidery threads and beads came out...things I have no intention of using on the larger quilt, but that seem perfect for this smaller one, created from the fabric trimmed from another project.
How long will this flurry of activity last? Is it the cooler weather inciting my poor brain? I'm busy jotting ideas in my journal because, whether or not they ever make it into fabric , I want to remember the possibilities.
After tai chi yesterday, there was a gathering at Raft Bayou to target shoot and to play with the clay pigeon thrower. I took my camera, but never picked it up after getting there. Son-in-Law Chris and his friend Jesse were terrific shots, blowing clay pigeons into black powder. Robin and I were not so eager to look foolish in front of them. Amelia, our little prospective Mama, sat in her lawn chair with the remote to the clay pigeon thrower, awaiting the call, "Pull!"
Marty let me do some target shooting with his pistol, and I was pleased with the results. At first I couldn't tell if I'd hit the target because there were so many holes already there, but then with a new target, I hit 8 out of 9 in the target and one way to the bottom. Robin is getting to be pretty good with her new shot gun, after recovering from all the bruising kicks to her shoulder!
Fee fried catfish, chicken wings, and hushpuppies--mmmmm! The weather was perfect. Soon we will be able to build a fire at night and enjoy roasting hot dogs and marshmallows like Stephen, Marty, and I used to do as kids. What is it that is so relaxing about a cold night and watching the flames of a big fire with the stars over head? Some primitive feeling of peace and contentment...