The doodle I'd drawn to be free-motion quilted on this wall hanging just did not work.
Neither did Plans B and C. They seemed doable on paper and on the practice pad (below), but on the piece itself, not so much.
After picking out the stitching for about an hour last evening, I finally just slapped on some blue painters tape as a straight-line quilting guide and called it a day. Thus was quilted Plaid Peaks. Sometimes it's best to K.I.S.S. (keep it simple).
The free-motion quilting was good practice, anyway. I'll keep the ideas in mind to try again sometime.
Overall, I'm happy with how the wall hanging turned out. The plaids were thrifted shirt scraps left over from a recent project.
I'd been thinking about using some of the shirt buttons in some way, and how I ended up sewing them on was an impulse decision. I'm okay with them for now, but if I wake up tomorrow and
I do love plaids. Must be those Celtic roots. I've got a weakness for men in kilts too, but that's another story.
I've got my amp for sale on Craigslist. A guy came over to check it out the other night, so I had to get out my guitar and make sure everything was working and sounding okay. He played harmonica (and didn't buy the amp, said he'd think about it). Meanwhile, I kind of enjoyed playing my guitar a little bit again after having ignored it for a couple years. The next day, everything was still sitting out, and as I was listening to some music on YouTube, I picked up the guitar and figured out how to play this song. Fortunately, the chords were pretty easy for a rusty gal with no callouses on her fingertips. But holy harmony, these folks can sing a pretty, melancholy song.