early morning light in mid-september is the sweetest. although last saturday the house was cleaned and just the amount of organized i feel comfortable with, a week later things here are in disarray. how does that happen! this morning the windows are open to the cooler air and the light that comes from a slightly different angle. it's noticeable, this new september light. but everywhere the light hits, there are threads and little scraps of fabric. although all the major quilt building happens in the studio, i've been ironing strips of scraps at night during our evenings together as we watch tv and listen to music and chat. i'm entering into a phase of making scrap quilts (which is my favorite thing!). all the scraps i've saved over the past year of cutting squares for quilts are ironed, and sewn together and cut into strips and sewn together again. and then ironed and cut again. it is a long process but not at all tiresome. the fabrics dance together and delight me as i recognize favorites that i haven't seen in months. there is an unparalleled energy in these quilts that pay me back for all the time and iron burns and scissor callouses they cause.
and i've been bringing in fresh batches of fabric to the studio as well. yardage that needs to be washed, dried, folded and sorted by color. so, the fabric room in the studio is a bit of hell as well. all i want to do is make quilts.....not organize fabric. but i think i have no choice. until an assistant comes into my life to clean up behind me, i'm stuck dealing with the chaotic mess that my sort of creative personality is perpetually creating.