This is quilt block number 2, or the beginnings of it. I’m not happy with my contrasting dark fabric selections. You know what THAT means. Yep. MORE FABRIC$$.
I’ve been bitten by the stitchin’ bug. Since profiling Moni Briones of SewMoni in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, I’ve become a fan of sewing. Moni’s teaching me how to make a quilt. I’m doing a Log Cabin, a classic American quilt pattern. I think I’ve got my first block down.
I can’t stop buying fabric. Why can’t I do anything in moderation?
Who needs lycra and Goretex when you can have all-cotton knits?
Salt-roasted turnip, out of its shell. Alien! #LazyWeekend
Salt-roasted turnips. Looks like flying over Nevada.
Morning sun over a dark, quiet lower Manhattan, day after #Sandy.
October pumpkin detail.
I blame this sign for making me spend $24 on heirloom tomatoes this weekend. At Fort Greene Park Farmers’ Market.
End-of-Season Tennis Hate: what’s more annoying, the condition of the ball, or the line call? At Prospect Park Tennis Center.
Proof That Tennis Hate is Universal #32: just in case you don’t see the net while rushing it, rumble strips.
