i dug through the fall and winter coats that make their way out of summer storage, one by one as needed at this time of year. (ha, summer storage. sounds so fancy when they're really just piled in the catch-all room.) i pulled a big brown, slobber spotted suede jacket off the top. most of my coats end up being designated dog-walking coats after awhile. and last night edgar and i headed out around 10 to simply circle the neighborhood before bed. he's been sleeping too much. the new reality of cold weather makes neither of us eager to wander. and last night the air was the coldest i've felt. we ran a little. i had bare legs under my skirt. i don't think i'm ready for the onslaught of cold that's coming.
i finished jane eyre a couple of days ago. she's very pretty. i'm quite taken with her. she's listed on etsy now too. i'll get mr. rochestor finished today. but probably won't have time photograph him. i'm really enjoying the direction
of these literary quilts. my friends mark and tracy really encouraged me to explore these and i'm so grateful they did. without their excitement i think i would have just had the bovary's and then gone back to business as usual. but now my head is spinning with plans of the new directions i want to take these quilts. all my quilts really. change and growth and goodness for the new year. organizing and planning while listening to such perfectly crafted words and sewing. it's good.
now i'll get my tea. although i don't feel much like moving from my little quilt nest, with ellsworth, our biggest, warmest and sleepiest cat, smushed against me purring.
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