Yesterday just got away from me. I had the best of intentions and all of a sudden it was seven p.m. Wow. What happens to a whole day?
We did a lot of stuff, being it is one of the few days that G isn't golfing, but nothing that I can hold in my hand. I have nothing to show for it.
Monday, I decided to start to think about hanging a few pictures, etc, on the wall. The main reason for this is that I have cleaning people coming today and I figured if all the art was propped up against the walls, the floors would not be effectively cleaned. So the hanging started, only to be constantly interrupted by second guessing myself. I try not to be matchy matchy but sometimes my subconscious just wants me there.
People are always commenting on the fact that there is hardly anything in the house hanging that I personally did. So, here goes. I hung this in the guest room.
I used the sewing machine needle with a bead
in each corner
It is much cleaner than the normal methods of hanging a quilt
with little or no damage to both the quilt and the walls.
I am gonna go through some of the quilts I have here and possibly hang another one. We shall see.