oceans of patchwork. my hands are always in it. my clothes covered in thread. the fabrics smile at me and we work together. step by step. methodically but with excitement. i recognize patterns and i'm drawn to certain colors.
i long to see the squares pucker and fade and soften. but that takes time. years. so i move on, sewing until it's thick and soft and will cover a bed. until it will smooth over a sleeping child. until it will form around a young girl's dreams. or wrap tightly around a couples love. or keep company with a single sleeper. rise and fall and grow warm. smell like warm sleepy breath. the colors blending and fading with the years. making friends and simply tolerating others. there is life in the quilts. there is a pulse. it's what keeps me at it day after day after day.

it's been a rainy and wretched weekend. a yawning gray and slow weekend. i worked on what may be my favorite quilt that i've ever made. i feel a sense of excitement about this quilt, but i won't know if the excitement is warranted until it's finished. hundreds of tiny little patches of fabrics with patterns and colors all compiled randomly, but merging perfectly into the most lovely quilt. i hope it turns out to be as beautiful as i expect.
besides sewing, the weekend was lazy. we tried to get out, socialize, do errands. but it wasn't easy. we simply wanted to be on the couch under a quilt away from the rain and the wind and the cold air. watching tv. reading. cuddling with edgar and stella. and now i'm watching the survivor finale, ready for a more productive week and hopefully with a finished quilt that i love.