I have not written lately and have a thousand reasons why! Seems that my goals for the year have partly been put on hold. My choices of priorities have gotten in the way of some of my goals. My choices though.
I have been spending time redoing my raised bed area by the sewing cottage. (Her name is Ruby Jane’s Cottage). The entire previous area where the cottage now sits used to be my garden area. Since gardening is also in my blood, I have been developing that area.
The tshirt graduation season is coming to a close. It
was a very long season this year and I was productive with all the Quilts I completed since January. Previous posts show some of the Quilts completed.
Each of of them were very different but all were based on a grid system with each block being the same size. Some blocks contained more than one logo. This is the last of them!
Whew! Now I should have time for everything else piling up. Seems that this time of year is so busy! I am always saying that I will not fall behind, however, I am on the same swift river as years before.
Speaking of rivers, we are having an issue with flooding this year. I needed to get a breath of fresh air so we took a drive up to a small town called Pine, Idaho.
I am so sorry for their flooding difficulties. Past forest fire issues and now flooding,I hope this tragic situation passes quickly.
Every year at this time, I get the urge to organize my studio. Spending countless hours on that black hole known as “Pinterest”, I get very motivated, but I am no closer to being organized than if I did nothing. Staying off Pinterest might help. The pictures of these fabulous studios must be of staged, non-working spaces. I do not see how a creative soul can work in a totally organized, labeled, sorted, space with all the fabric in neat stacks that are color coordinated.
All I have to do is walk into my studio and the “tornado winds” hit with full force. My cleaned desk is suddenly piled high. I have several boxes of items to put away. There is not a neat stack of fabric in sight. I have a couple of cups and my lunch dishes precariously balanced on a stack of patterns and books, and it all happens spontaneously.