Screenshot from my phone. I thought it was worth recording that the time was 6:00 am and the temperature was 0° F. Yes, it’s cold.
I had to go hunting for the degree symbol, it is not available on the keyboard.
Deep cold. It’s a mysterious presence. I’ll go outside today for a little while, just to feel it.
I’m stitching one-inch squares. A few every day, then I assemble them into a nine-patch. It gives me plenty of time to think about this activity and why I find it so appealing. I’ve grown tired of wonky squares and resorted to pinning the corners around the template with tiny pins. It’s very finicky. Less painful to the fingers than trying to iron one-inch squares though. It is very satisfying to get a squarish square with this method. And amusing that my very slap-dash tendencies have naturally come face-to-face with a need and desire to be accurate. I think this three-inch nine-patch is the most square square I’ve ever made!
Rearranged the colors a little bit before stitching together. I like the feel of the finished piece, all the stitches minutely raised and the seams sensed by my fingers. These have no destination right now, just piling up.