Dreaming...

Ever have a week that's so busy, all you can think of are those elusive hours that you wish you had for quilting... or scrap-booking... or journaling your busy-ness? That's the sort of week I had. Here's what I've been dreaming about:

a new quilt for hanging on the golden, "buck-wheat" colored walls of the office. It's a patriotic star pattern, as you can see. The rows are all lined up and arranged in a pleasing aesthetic, and now it's the impatient stage. There's still a lot of work to be done, but I'm close enough to see how truly wonderful it's going to be. Just like that moment before the sun comes up in the morning on the commute; it's sort of like that sigh you take before you lift that perfect cup of tea to your lips; or maybe more like anticipating stepping onto the stage of Carnegie Hall for the first time.

In any case, the difficulty is a good sign that the end result will be well worth the wait. As DaVinci said, "O God, Thou sellest all good things to men at the price of effort." Quilts are no exception.