i'm waking up tired this morning. november is here and i'm anxious to get to the studio. get my hands into the fabrics. at this time of year, it's easy to have blinders to anything but the sewing. there is so much to make and the energy builds upon itself, ideas streaming from ideas. i've been making only quilts for the past month or more. and each one sneaks up on me. the beauty new and fresh every time. while i'm sewing, little things might bother me. but i keep going. sometimes i can think that the one i'm working with has too many imperfections...that i'll have to keep it for myself. but as i continue to build it and layer it and quilt it and edge it, the quilt has been born. and all the little quirks become it's beauty, giving it the warm breath of a fresh new creature. each one smiling at me and winning my heart.
i'll get edgar out for a quick tour along the lake before i head over. the ducks and geese will greet us. our enclave is such a lovely friendly little spot, that our migratory birds have changed their patterns, and they winter here with us. we feed them bread and corn, and they stay with us all year round.
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