I’ve been sewing up a storm, rocking out on making a wardrobe, my mini swap I guess. It’s an unending affair and I mean affair in the romantic sense. Almost anyway.
Even though there is no evidence of it to be seen either here at The Stitchery or at The Sewing Divas, The Stitchery is the scene of many colored threads and scraps all over the floor and the stash is happily dwindling piece by piece.
I can’t get away from doctors long enough to write up anything. When, how, why! did my life turn into this medically intertwined series of events?
Eeesch! and LOL!
I just read an article in the New York Times online about a nun who is dying from heart disease and what did she want most to do? Get back to her quilting 🙂 My kind of woman!
I’m certainly not dying, I’m just inconvenienced. So I’m going to go sew some more. It soothes my soul.
I know the words will come to me, I just need some time.