Six weeks ago I moved south and west from NW5, to live a sedate life by the river, in a quaint cottage with a secret garden, directly under the Heathrow flight path.
In amongst all the boxes of stuff we have nowhere to currently put I have managed to clear a spot to quilt a little. Sewing machine: check; rotary cutter: check; iPhone and White Company scented candles: check.
Good thing too, as have just taken an order for two coordinating, pram-sized quilts for a pair of sisters in Wales. A trip to Liberty’s third floor (always a treat) is in order. My own, slow-going-long-time-coming, quilt for the living room sofa will have to chill in the cupboard for a bit longer.
