Welcome Autumn
I had never really liked the end of summer when I was little. I loved the hot sun on my skin and the cool grass on my feet. Now I feel like I betray summer as I rejoice for autumn's arrival. Maybe because I love making quilts and sweaters. Maybe because of the soft crispness in the morning air. The golden light and the butterflies and the frantic squirrels. The last few weeks I have been imagining a little boy's vest. A warm piece that keeps him warm inside before we break down and turn the furnace on. That will keep him warm while playing in the leaves. I made up this pattern myself and just finished it today (sitting on the porch, in the sun, where it is 90 degrees!) I made the stitching run a bit the opposite direction most sweaters would have. I am going to have to wait for a cooler day to put it on him. I'll get better pictures of it (perhaps in use?) because it seems all of my pictures taken of finished work lately are terrib...