it seems almost like i've lost a couple of weeks. lost in the tenor of each day. all of it too swift. work slicing away my daily choices. with nothing in the reserves. i had to cut out the necessities. like cleaning and cooking and at times, bathing and sleeping. but today i've been able to stay away from the studio. granted, i worked at the bookstore all morning and part of the afternoon. but i'm home, and starting to feel that i can decide the direction of the rest of my day without thinking i should instead be at the studio. i'll finish my tea and start in the kitchen. and if the storm that appears to be brewing does arrive, the house will be cozy and almost clean. but cozy is what matters most. edgar has been walked among the ducks and the high, white-capped waves. we have dvds to relax with tonight.....all is well in our little cave.
i feel like quilts are alive. they reflect all the little joys that make life special. they emanate love and warmth. the quilts i make blend a grandmother's ideals with a fresh youthful flair. there is a nostalgia for seasons past combined with hopefulness for a bright full future. you can find me online at www.chasinglightningbugs.com