I stood as far back as I could get in my studio and looked at the fabric I had just laid out next to my quilt. “Much too fussy,” I said out loud. Fate, sleeping in her bed, didn’t even twitch.
After sewing the pieces of my quilt together I chose the solid color it needed to hold it all together. But what to do next? I had an idea. Then another and another. But none were what I was looking for.
By the end of the day, I was back where I started.
But still, I did all the work that needed to be done to get to that point. At least now I know what I don’t want to do.