I've been working on this one, on and off, for a few months, here and there. Using up scraps. Mostly, it was constructed to use up scraps of batting and odds and ends of fabrics. here's the back - a bit scrappy, but not too bad. The stripes seem to have been a curtain at one time, and the white is an old sheet. It's so thin that the color of the patch on the other side shows through with a good light behind it.
And here's what I consider to be the front. It's not planned in any way, shape or form, but lordy it was fun to work on! Very much crazy quilting without the pretty embroidery and beads. Brace yourselves, my friends. You may be getting crazy quilt potholders next year. This is just addictive stuff!
And here's a neighbor suffering from a different addiction. They are addicted to inflatable yard decor. There's an inflatable creche, inflate-a-Santa, inflate-a-Grinch, inflate-a-santa in his workshop, and - that true icon of Christmas, an inflatable Winnie the Poo and Eeyore. Just warms the cockles of your heart with the holiday spirit, doesn't it? Well, it must make someone happy or they wouldn't do it, so more power to them! I saw a picture in today's paper of a yard decorated with Santa in a sleigh pulled by 8 pink flamingos.
I'm looking forward to driving around in the dark tomorrow, enjoying the neighborhood displays of lights. Some houses are dark and Scroogely, but some are lit up like Las Vegas. Some houses have careful, well thought out arrangements,with green lights on the bushes, red lights on the trees, white icicle lights hanging on the eves, and illuminated snowflakes on sticks along the walk. Other houses look like someone sort of threw the lights at the house, and wherever they stuck, it was good. All sizes, colors and varieties, sort of plugged in, one to the next, and draped wherever gravity will hold 'em. I do love the lights this time of year. Even the stop-lights blink a bright red and green.
December is usually the wettest month of the year. It looks like being the driest month of the year and is already the driest December on record. There have been days when the sun shone full and bright from a cloudless sky, and the shadows went clawing their way due north at noon. Most peculiar!