Row J and a Jillion Janiacs

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A jillion jolly Janiacs jauntily jumped into Jane’s jigsaw joinery of jades, jaspers, and jonquils.
A jillion jiffy Janiacs jockeyed jobs, jargon, and jitters to justify their jigsaw joinery.
A jillion jesting Janiacs jabbered and journaled about their journey through Jane’s jigsaw jungle.
A jillion jubilant Janiacs were joyful in January, June, and July – just because.

Jeepers! Row J!

10 rows done (A through J).
3 rows to go.
39 blocks remain.

More photos and blogging re: on my most recent rows -- here and here.

Another Row, Another Poem

Jane's quilt is ingenious, inventive, imaginative, impressive, and inspired.

Its impact is immense, illusive, immeasurable.

Immersed in idolization, I (and others) itch to imitate it with an independent interpretation.

Are there imitators in Iceland, Ireland, India, Iraq, Israel, Italy, and Indonesia? Inevitably.

Indeed, it is iconic. 

Row I 

9 rows done (A through I).

4 rows to go.

52 blocks await joining.

A Poem for Jane

Rows A-G

Little by little, I'm (hand) sewing together my square blocks...with a woven sashing. It was on Row E that I decided to write something creative for each row....using as many words as I could that started with the same letter as that row. Here are 4 links to the poems for Rows E,   F,  G,   and H.

If you don't want to do the clicks, here's the Row H writing:



Where did it happen?
Hotel?
Hospital?
Hippodrome?
Hinterland?
Himalayas?


Hooey!


How did it happen?
Hoping?
Hovering?
Harping?
Humming?
Hibernating?
Hocus-pocus?
Hypnosis?


Hell no, honey!


Hallowed helping hands?


Hardly!

Here's the humble harvest from the heights of her hasty handstitching habit!
Hail!
Row H
Hip! Hip! Hooray!