Hey.
I can say that July was the fastest and slowest month I ever remember.
Or maybe I have lost all sense of time. And place.
I'm detached. I am here. But no longer home. Maybe it was just a necessary step. Making space for the new. Even if it is unknown. Making a place to hold it.
Soul-o has a cat mat. It's a doorbell thing. He sits there, it dings, we come and open the door. As long as there is a door and it opens, it's OK. His sense of home is simpler. I can learn from that.
A few things. There is a new post up in Small Cloth today. The Spirit Cloth shop is closed until I relocate but the ThreadCrumbs Shop will remain open, home for all supplies, classes and small works for now. One Place, easier. Going forward, I will be posting on Wednesdays, once a week, for both parts of Patchwork in Perspective. At least until things settle. We found a place with a long drive in and a long view. More land less house. Maybe it will be that one, but still looking.
