Having now learnt how to post photos I am adding one of a crazy quilt block I am making. Not on a treadle, but with my more modern machines, a Janome. The doyley is from the fifties and images from old paintings, laces, braids and fancy stitches. I will add more of these blocks as I create the quilt.

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