hope springs

After writing the last post I wandered dejectedly into the dining room and gazed forlornly at my little quilt.
There was no flash of light or peal of thunder, but I think a light bulb did appear briefly over my head.
Hazahhhhh!
It's not too late to add wool applique.
It isn't a case of one or the other. In fact, the texture of fused applique and heavy quilting, combined with some wool applique and embroidery might save the day.
I still need to do some hand work in the center but I am wary of doing much to a vintage block. It seems a desecration.
Ahhhhhhh.
'Hope springs eternal in the human breast.'