Clean walls, new quilts.

Spring cleaning has commenced, which included washing down all the walls.  It seems texture paint requires that.

 Instead of sticking to one particular style,

 I mixed things up a bit.

And changed locations of where I usually hang them.

Of course no one actually eats at this table, it's "chust for nice" as the Pennsylvania Dutch are fond of saying.

Now the flowers . . . they were a gift from a thoughtful friend who's gone back to CA.  Nothing brings in sunshine like flowers.  Thanks again J.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .