Normally, here, it is words. If you are following me on twitter or facebook, you are aware that something is very wrong in my world right now. So instead of words, I give you this:

There, dammit, I'm a knitter again.

If you've gotten a quilt from me, I have a favor to ask of you. I realized just now that I've had a flickr group set up for some time now -- flickr.com/groups/amysquilts -- but I haven't really TOLD anyone about it, thus totally defeating the purpose of having a group on flickr. It's devoted to one thing:

Action shots!

While 'Remixed' is still a big stinking pile of do-over, the good news is that it's significantly more done now. I've been sitting on the couch listening to Jeff's television choices and ripping out stitches a column at a time, alternating between

For those of you who are my seven regular readers of domesticat.net, this post isn't for you; this post is a rehash of some previous posts, plus photos, for the Quilt Bloggers' Festival. It's for a lot of people who didn't see this little quilt while it was in progress.

Naming projects turns out to be a weird business. I love archaic words, blatantly stealing from other languages, quirky turns of phrase, self-referential nomeclature, you name it.

This quilt, though, is refusing to name itself, so let me introduce you and see if anything comes to YOUR mind:***