Oh.

If I never make another colonial knot as long as I live...

Colour is my greatest passion. It motivates much of what I do. I hear music as colour, I dream about colour, my feelings are colours, even my senses sometimes express themselves as colours. The worst personal loss I can imagine for myself would be to lose the ability to see colour.

There are other old passions here, too - old linens (the base cloth is an old damask tablecloth),embroidery, circles; as well as a new one - felt (who would have guessed I would fall in love with felt?)!

Technically this has more than a few glitches. The middle began life as a circle. But the damask is so stretchy that as I made knots it distorted to an ovoid. C'est la vie. Doesn't everything change? I'm no longer concerned about holding so tightly that I can't let it become what it wants to be. In the end I was just happy to indulge a passion and drift along. I've been doing a lot of that lately and it's taking me to some good and unexpected places.

Edited 010809: I have uploaded a bigger image file so you can now click on this for more detail (yesterday I just couldn't get the big file on). There are no beads, just fabric and felt circles and colonial knots (Terry, they are made differently to French Knots and are easier and more reliable. Also known as candlewicking knots). Kristin, you picked up on the aspect of this quilt that I was too shy (never been accused of THAT before!) to mention. I meant it when I said I experience everything as colours! ;)