The design is called Orca Bay and is based on a beautiful picture she took while in Alaska. Her colors are red, blue, black and neutrals. While I think her selections are lovely, I am ambivalent about making another dark colored quilt because my husband likes brighter, lighter selections. He doesn't appreciate all the brown I use and I fear that he will feel the same way about black. Truth told, I'm not a person who makes many quilts with black either. But Mom and I have been discussing the large number of red and green antique quilts you see and I started leaning toward making a red and green quilt this time. So, I substituted the green for the blue and bright golds for the black and came up with this:
I have no idea if it will work, I just have to trust and believe. And remember that Bonnie says "No whining allowed!".
On other fronts, I made a house for the feral cat we have been feeding. Since the weather started getting colder my husband has been worrying that it doesn't have a warm place to sleep. We actually have no idea where it goes most of the day and night. It will appear in the back yard several times a day to eat, and we will spot it around the neighborhood, but it keeps to itself. That is probably what has kept it safe all summer, that it doesn't trust people and is scared of cars. I don't want it to be too cosy with people, that's how stray kitties come to harm.
Anyway, we decided to make little Hobo (that's what I call it) a house. It had to be waterproof and warm and be able to shelter on the patio under the eaves. I decided to use a plastic storage box with a locking lid. I cut out a doorway with a saber saw - badly, it turned out because the plastic splinters easily. I had to cover the edges of the cutout with layers of packing tape to shield the cat from the rough edges and it looks really tacky, but it was all I could do. Then, I made a pad for the bottom and a liner for the sides and bottom to keep it warmer. I had heavy fusible interfacing and leftover fabric, fleece and batting, so this was easy.
She may love it, or she may never set foot in it. I may have made the world's fanciest opossum house. I don't know, but at least we have offered a warm spot for her to make it through the winter. We can't control her choices but I feel good that we made them better.
So, without further ado, I give you - Hobo House: