I've been on a bit of a binding roll lately. On Saturday I went to the monthly Stitch In day organised by my quilt club. I always like to have some hand work ready to take along, as it is difficult these days for me to take my sewing machine along. Binding fits the bill quite nicely. So my dinosaur quilt came for a ride, the binding all clipped up, ready to hand stitch down. I haven't quite finished all the machine quilting yet, but that doesn't matter, I can catch up with that at home, during the week.
Stitching black binding
It was quite a chilly day, so the heat pumps were going, we certainly needed them to warm the small hall up. Our stitch in days are nice and friendly, although there was only a small group of us there. One of our ladies always brings a batch of freshly baked muffins to share for morning tea. Tea and coffee is available and we all bring a packed lunch along. Someone else had brought along some mandarins from their tree to share at lunch time, so that was nice.
There was plenty going on, sewing machines were whizzing along, and several quilts were pinned up. Other binding was being stitched as well as mine, and some pretty cream on cream embroidery happening. It is always a nice, friendly day, with plenty of chatter going on.
Today, Sunday, is still cold, one of those cloudy still days where the sun doesn't come out and the temperature stays quite low. Thank goodness for the heat pump to warm up my small home. It is also the birthday of my late friend Merilyn, who passed away last year. We had been best friends forever, from school days. I can remember us as two young girls, sitting on the garden swing at her house. Growing and climbing up on the trellis behind the swing was a huge passionfruit vine, and we enjoyed eating passionfruit in season. We chopped off the top of those wrinkly fruit eating the delicious flesh with a tea spoon each, while sitting side by side on the swing. So delicious, like nothing I'd ever tasted before.
We always had plenty to talk about, but being young, we never ever contemplated the future, it was just the here and now for us. We didn't know that our friendship would last forever, that our final telephone conversation would be about our upcoming 80th birthdays, or that Merilyn would pass away suddenly just a few days later. She died five weeks before her 80th birthday.