It was the most unsatisfying day in my studio. I’ve been out of my studio for a while and my head was just not in that creative place. The first hour or so I walked in circles, trying to figure out what to do. Then I gave that up and took a walk in the woods with Fate. The walk centered me and cleared my head.
And it was so beautiful out, I stayed out a little longer. Brushing Chloe and the donkeys then Lunging Chloe, while Fate kept an eye on the sheep.
When I got back to work I knew what I wanted to do.
I laid the quilt that I started over two weeks ago, made from the scraps that Hannah gave me, on the floor. I had an idea of what I wanted to do next. But when I tried it, it wasn’t right. I don’t know how long it took me to find the black fabric that used to be a dress to go around the blue. It felt like hours.
And that’s as far as I got, all day.
My studio’s a mess, I pulled so much fabric off the shelves trying to figure out what to do next.
I quit at 5:30. Nothing was right.
Maybe this is as far as I’ll get. Too small to be a quilt, maybe this is a big wallhanging.
Whatever it is, I can’t look at it anymore tonight. I’m trusting in the morning.