A year ago, I was sitting in a Parisian hospital, sketching my husband recovering from a serious operation, an endarterectomy.
Today, Mr. M. is doing well, for which I am thankful. And so, I have been able to turn toward my own work with a lighter heart. I've been quilting the sky of the Pomegranate Tree.
The binding comes next and then I will hang it on the wall and stare at it for a few weeks to make sure it is finished.
In the meantime, I did a half-selfie and am wondering how to translate this onto fabric...