When the world seems smaller

This week I happily could pick up a parcel at the post office. I grew up in a time – I sound a hundred years old, but it was only twenty years ago – when receiving something from America was a great event. To imagine getting something from The Far East was not something … we did – really. Times change. This book was in my parcel. It is so beautiful. One can only ponder on what Yoko Saito might find in her imagination to thrill us with next. … or not, for seeing these projects and dreaming of making some is bliss …

The latest circle. I will soon have to “square up” these blocks. The search for background fabric has begun:) Little pumpkin had her tonsils out yesterday, and we are stuck at home for a couple of weeks. I hope to get some sewing done. See ya.