This week was full, not so lovely, with more than enough homework to accomplish. This weekend, though, has been great. Hubbard Street 2 Dance Company visited Wheaton yesterday, and we were able to meet some of the dancers, dance at a master class with the artistic director, and watch a rehearsal, as well as attend the performance last night. It was incredible. A small part of me wants to simply drop out of college and dance full-time so that I can move like water across a stage with strength and grace. The rest of me is pretty sure I still like being a chemistry major. And the tiny bit that's left is intimidated by the phenomenal senior art shows that were on display in the art building during the "meet the dancers" hour. However, the show must go on...or begin...or start to be sewn or something, so I worked on the broken dishes baby quilt today, and two-fifths of it is pieced!
Working on a larger quilt, I'm finding that corners are even more persnickety with being lined up, and fudging the seams makes for a quilt that doesn't lie perfectly flat. I'm also bemoaning the fact that my iron does not seem to reach as high of temperatures as the iron at home. But alas, my iron is mini and cute and fits on top of my dryer sheets and under my umbrella on the shelf. This next week I hope to finish piecing the top of the quilt and perhaps experiment with a whole-cloth sampler. The anglican cross on the pastor's robes this morning intrigued me, so maybe I will use it as a motif to sew. I'm also fascinated by tin ceilings, like the one in Blackberry Market (the adorable new cafe in Glen Ellyn). Whole-cloth, tin ceiling stitched quilts could be pretty sweet. Or not, but I guess I get to find out!
