Yesterday was such a dreary day. Dreary, dreary, dreary. I don't know where the sun had gone. Had to walk on the treadmill instead of walking outside. Just the kind of day when it is pleasant to sit in the rocking chair with a nice scrappy quilt on one's lap, quilting by hand.

I had planned on quilting this Spiderweb quilt by machine, in the interest of crossing one more UFO off my list, but no, I am hand-quilting it in the end. There are just some quilts that really WANT to be hand-quilted, and they tell you so, if you are willing to listen. This one was really saying. And what could be so bad--a nice soft quilt, the needle moving through the fabric at its own pace, a cup of chamomile tea at hand. There is nothing to complain about.