This time next weekend I will be with great friends and artists at the Front Range Modern Quilt Guild Retreat! I’m so glad. My heart is weary with vigilance. I have stopped reading books, stopped writing, can’t sleep through the night. I don’t even make waffles for Sunday breakfast anymore. I can’t seem to turn away. Morbid fascination pulls me into the thinking, the hoping, the praying. The last few months have stolen my peace. I am looking forward to time away from the pelting deluge of discord and upset that has gripped our country.
I am completing my gigantic spool quilt (I can watch the news and quilt at the same time 😦 unfortunately.) I think I will be able to bind it tonight. That done, I can bring it to cover my bed at the retreat. Since I created it at the last retreat, that seems fitting – and exciting!
The task, now, is to decide what to bring. I have SO many unfinished projects. Creating something new seems unwise. And yet… and yet… there is something about the creation that I love to do with my friends. I have some lovely left over shot cotton scraps, from the above mentioned spool quilt. Maybe I should go rogue. Try something improvised? Still thinking. Anybody have a grand idea??? I am certain that I have fabric to do it – whatever it might be. #theonewiththemostfabricintheirstashwhentheydiewins