One of my favorite parts of moving back to Oregon has been the sky. Each season brings such different light – mornings with wisps of clouds hiding in the grass, bright slices of color as the sun peeks over the mountains, soft clear evening light and clouds that look like they couldn’t possibly be real. I whipped up this quilt in a morning. It was weeks later that someone noted that it was inspired by a photo of the sky – but she was completely right.
Cut into triangles of light:
Pieced with white (and ok, ok, I’ll iron if I must…):