My seventh finished quilt of 2017. Love Ring a variation of Drunkard's Path, the first of the series, the 2nd to be quilted. I sort of got them out of order when they were being stored in the attic, but it doesn't really matter because the plan is to get all the unquilted tops done this year. After that I will work on one quilt start to finish, no more stored tubs of UFOs. My health permitting. Some days it's all I can do to make myself sit at the machine for a couple of hours. This may not look like it, but it is a scrap quilt. These are the leftover pieces at the beginning of the strips that Ambrosina cuts for Rose, the pieces Rose can't use. This quilt represents the leftovers from about a dozen of one of Rose's quilts, and they are not all the same color, although close.

This is the back; one of my "signature" pieced backs, as Ambrosina would say.

The next one will take longer to quilt, it is an applique quilt, hand appliqued and I want to do it justice so I will spend more time on it and do a lot more quilting, probably feathers. There is a lot of white area and the quilting will show strikingly so I will want to do my best on it, I will probably start on it tomorrow although I haven't been feeling very well this week. I did get a little done on my skirt and blouse and I am ready to do some more pressing on them which I will do tomorrow. Yesterday David had to go to Walmart and asked me if I wanted anything. I asked him if he would be too much for him to pick me up a couple of yards of black fusible interfacing. He gave me a blank look and told me that it probably would be, he was sure he wouldn't get the right stuff. I expected that; I was just kidding him anyway, I will pick some up next week. I don't think Walmart carries the black stuff anyway.

The Pinwheels were starting to get a little tedious so I fed the big ones all though the machine to get them over with. So the first seam is done, now I am alternating them with the small Pinwheels in sets of four so the pile is getting big. I don't imagine they will get done any faster but at least I don't have a bunch of tubs with piles of unsorted Pinwheels in them sitting around. Just a large pile of them on the machine and spilling over into the child's rocking chair and covering my doll Grace. That rocking chair survived the house burning down when I was four years old, and it was old then. I have always loved it, although I don't know what Ambrosina will do with it when I am gone. She has no sentimental feelings for old things and much prefers to buy hers new. Oh well.

So I am off do to a little treadling and see how many Pinwheels I can get through this afternoon.