Today was shaping up to be a rocky one, emotionally. They still come, unannounced. I have chosen to surrender from time to time, but nothing is accomplished, no purpose seems to be served. I prefer to be the architect of my own emotional state, thanks, so today I thought I'd try some cloth and stitch, put up my own sails. But you can't always get what you want.
Dumping out and restocking the river basket had to come first, fresh palette and all. I sat in the late day light in my winter stitching chair and started a new vigil cloth.
Looks like it's been a year since I've started something that was non-functional. This is just a sketch for the moment, but that's where I always start.
Congratulations to all the stalwarts who have been called to Quilt National...a hard row to hoe.