I hate sitting idle and so have been going through my craft trunks looking for an antique quilt I began replacing the binding on a couple of years back. I found it at once (amazing luck) and have been watching the Jumps racing from Aintree and diligently slip stitching the binding in place. It has seen several generations of families using it and is worn right through to the fleece lining in places. Any actual holes I have mended. I even managed to find the fine muslin posset rag I had looked out just for this job - though I had to dowse for it.
It is SO soft from a hundred years of use and I can just imagine snuggling down under this - it would drape itself completely over your body. The Fuschia pink I chose for the binding really makes it pop.
Every inch of it is beautifully quilted. It must have taken the maker an entire winter of stitching on dark evenings. Anyway, it will be going to the next Antiques Fair I do, as I have to try and cut down on the textiles I have stowed away. We had another kitchen chap here today to measure everything up. He was more organized that the first one (who drew everything out on graph paper). This chap transferred it straight onto the computer he brought with him.
I had a walk up towards the other church yesterday but my body wasn't really in the mood for it and I came back more tired than I expected. (Note to self: MUST lose weight!) I'll put photos up tomorrow, but meanwhile here is a taster:
Ground Ivy.
This flat trolley must have been abandoned many years ago as trees have grown up through the rotted top planks.
Theo puss has been back to the vet (yesterday) and has new antibiotics and if those don't make him poorly, I can add on the anti-inflammatory tomorrow. He never responded properly to the last lot of a-b's so hopefully these will do the trick. He's been sleeping a lot and isn't so snuffly. Fingers x'd.
