I put the last stitch in at 2:00 pm Thursday afternoon, then packed up the quilt, hopped on my bicycle, and rode down to the Community Hall to install my work for the Arts Festival to meet the 4:00 pm deadline.
It was a mad dash, but I am happy with the results.
The text is excerpted from a poem, Sunday Morning, by Wallace Stevens. I went to machine stitching in the quilts final stages, not just for speed but because I like the soft, blurry effect of the stitches. I tend to be too precise by hand.