A few years back, I had the privilege of touring New Hampshire in peak season, along with several other New England states. What stood out in my mind about New Hampshire were the lovely reds of the maples. Natives there said it was the best and most colorful year they could remember, but all I can say is that around every corner, the next link of roads was prettier by far than the one before, and so it went all through the Granite State. It cast such a spell on me, when I got home, I immediately dove into my stash of reds and made a lovely autumn leaf quilt top that is still somewhere(?) unless I gave it away *sigh* can't remember, but red is one of the hardest colors for me to give up until I realize, "hey, kid, you can't quilt anymore, remember?"

Well, anyway, I made four extra "autumn leaves" and put them into squares for a set of placemats, put them away a few years, pulled them out one day, added a row of squares along each side, then tucked them away and forgot about them. When we moved 4 years ago, one day I got a bee in my bonnet, pulled them out again, and put "finishing" borders on all four of the leaves, and even quilted one of them, tucked them away when I had to go out of town for a month, and that's the last I remember of them until this morning. I was feeling a bit blue, and decided that red would be just the ticket since red is such a pick-me-up color, and it got me through my day until I remembered to take the fibromyalgia medicine for muscle spasms, listened to some Richard Clayderman piano, and whistled a reasonably happy tune for the rest of the afternoon. It will take a bit of work, but it is now just the medallion center for another charity bees quilt, and 3 rows are around. More rows need to be added top and bottom to make this quilt work for a child. My stack has 8 quilts on it, and none of the dominate in red. Last year's shopping spree spread over 4 months left me with enough red fabric to quilt probably all 100 quilts for 1 year of charity donations, but, I can only take monochrome colors for so long except for turquoise and hot pink, it seems.
With no more ado, here's what has been done around the outside borders of the placemat that will become center of a little quilt for a sweet baboo born with a birth defect that the gals donate generously to each year from our mutual quilting efforts. I think they call them "hugs" quilts. I tried to line them up, but had them twisted every which way to get the best scan details I could, which reversed the numbers, so instead of 1-2-3-4, it's gonna be 4-3-2-1 scans if you mouse over the thumbnails to read whatever details were written, if any this time.