I feel like a marathon runner at the Olympics,
but I am quickly approaching the last of the 96 petals.
I wonder if they tire of the journey as the end draws near?
My fingers are aching from piercing the needle through wool and seams
as I buttonhole stitch my way around the track.
Just a little disappointed my body has not become lean and mean like theirs!
So worth it, though.
I love this one!
I am anxious to stitch the last petal,
quilt it quickly and
add the icing to the cake...
the scrappy binding.
Wouldn't a miniature version...
meaning only 5 snowball units...
I am not that insane...
be sweet too?