...is my birth month and my favorite. The entire month can span all the seasons. I can recall swimming on my birthday and trudging through six inches of snow on Halloween, of course that was in New York.
The trouble with going through one's stash for things to sell is constantly running into exquisite little chunks of fabric that you want to hoard for
yourself, or worse, sit right down and start working with when so many other things are pressing, or need pressing.
I am really looking forward to packing my river grass basket with scraps and needles and thread and sitting in the October sunshine for two days just stitching and considering the full Moon.
I may pretend I'm just tent sitting for the artist who just stepped away for a minute.