I don’t have a title for this one yet, but the colors came together for me when I was meditating this morning. I know, I’m not supposed to be thinking about my work when meditating, but what can ya do? That’s why it’s called a practice. And what isn’t practice. From learning who we are, to raising kids, to growing old. We don’t know how to do any of these things except by thinking about them and doing them. And as soon as we think we know something, it or we change and we’re practicing something new.
Yesterday I was stumped about what this quilt would look like and now it’s all coming together. Tomorrow when I sew it together it will be something different. Today it’s pink, green, blue brown, kinda girly, kinda grandmothery. Comforting I guess. And why not?