I love thistles. My husband laughs and calls them weeds but then tells me the story of how they warned the Scotts years ago that the Romans were invading. Apparently the Roman army was trying to sneak up and perform conquering on some Scottish troops but they became enmeshed in a field of thistles and the Roman cries of pain alerted the Scotts. All this from a weed. Nature works in mysterious ways.
This small painting on fabric is waiting to receive lots of free motion stitches. I think something wild will be appropriate.
I am also very, very happy that I received the news that Night Lupines, the 12x12" art quilt I donated to the SAQA auction, sold yesterday. Hooray!