september light. with the hot heavy air of august.
my house is a mess. dirty even. and my head is constantly re-working squares in the studio. thread and fabric. lint and scraps. a life. my life. and now i'm toying with new ways to build the quilts. more efficient. and i think with a better result. constant tweaking. the ideas, like the pop of ice in a glass when water pours over it. i know they're coming but i don't know how many, how strong. i have to choose which ones to pursue. last night i was in bed doing math. my version of math. figuring out squares in my quilts.
there are new directions in the little white house. updates will come soon....
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