I'm mending this quilt again, so I can wash it and pack it.
I never did finish the eyes on some of the cat blocks.
Again I am reminded that I need new eyes.
And the older less "art" driven cloths are my favorites.
Because they were just blankets.
Joy is a simple thing.
The Wedding Quilt (made before I was documenting such things) is wearing thin. It was a thin summer cloth to begin with. Only 2 layers, the patched top and a flannel sheet backing. No batting. It accepts mending so well.
The old Square Patch was almost worn Away.
The new Patch is a Circle.
Mismatched, Perhaps.
Useful though, then...Beautiful and Crazy wHole.
Puzzle Solved. Square Peg. Round hole. Yes we can.
A Harvest Moon Patch then. Because Time Passes. We learn. Reap what we sow.
Sew. Ha!
Packing.
Even though there's no place to go.
I love these, how they celebrate possibility. And natural order. I could love them forever just like this. The promise of play. A never ending game of what if.
So, let's look at that thing I said, and take another perspective. Packing, because there are a million places to go.
