|my peonies have bloomed and gone!|
Stitchers, imagine, if you will, a piece you've labored on, mostly in secret (shades of Quilt National!) - an epic piece, say 8 feet by 22 feet - that's right, I said FEET, not inches. And so the powers that be have let you know that No Way will it ever see the light of day in that form and you have to make a triptych out of it. Somehow hacking it into hangable pieces.
At first, the rebel in me said, "Fuck you and your pony!" but after looking at this steaming pile of 222+k of words for a while, I think I've found a way to serve both the muse and the commercial masters, namely, publishers. Only time and whole lot more writing and rewriting will tell.
In the meantime - Life! All these wonderful things and more.
|Charlie and I steal his Dad's car and go the park and Publix for lunch!|
|I don't know what I would do without him, the Pollywog Savior of L'ville.|
|Partners in crime.|