I was thinking today, no....not that an unusual occurrence, I assure you! Anyway, there I was pondering the ways of quilting when I decided that (for me) making a new quilt is like starting a new love affair.
I start to ignore my family, their needs seem trivial to me. I pick a new design with trepidation.......then follows the painful yet exquisite feeling of release when cutting into that long hoarded, much favoured fabric. Blood, sweat and tears often follow....but the worst part is when "doubt" sets it.
Have I chosen wisely? Can I possibly finish it? Will it be the love of my life?
There is a little bird fluttering in my heart at the moment....this could be it!
I think I'm falling in love.....