Look what I found hiding in my studio. OK "hiding" is not exactly correct. "Forgotten" is the correct term. Forgotten, as in stuck under a pile of fabric and left to roost. (I really must clean up more often.) As atonement to my little forgotten bird I shall stitch her and bring her into the light.
Packing for Houston.
But not right now. Right now I'm packing for the Houston quilt show. She'll just have to keep roosting. A good roost never hurt anyone.