and I must have been very, very bad. I've been flat out for what seems like forever, and wonder if I'm making any progress or going backwards. I'm sure there's a "Magic Pudding" type effect happening in my studio - no matter how much I do, there's always some more waiting.
Who remembers The Magic Pudding (by Norman Lindsay)? It was one of my very favourite childhood stories, and brings to mind cold evenings in flannelette pyjamas, and me & my brother cuddled up with Mum reading to us. It's a chilly night tonight, but I don't think my big kids will be in on a trip down memory lane with me.
Today's pic is a collage of some recent quilting that I really like.