Quilting, protesting, quilting.

It may not look like much yet, but it's the first quilt I've worked on in about four years. I moved from Kansas to Portland, moved from a rental to a house we purchased, and worked on my doctorate. I kept denying myself the time and the pleasure to just get in there and sew.  

And, of course, I do need the pleasure. I need something in the face of what looks an awful lot like the end of the world. 

I've been thinking about protest quilts. I'm certainly not alone. Right now, it's enough that I'm quilting again.  For some forms of protest, existing and quilting is enough. I encourage reading this very thoughtful post on the subject and on whitewashing, which brings us right around to modern protest quilting again.