A couple days ago I was sitting right where I am right now, at the computer. I looked up to see this squirrel standing just outside the window looking in, justing checking, I think, to see what I was up to. My camera was nearby, so I got a shot of him. He's been back a couple of times since.
What a crazy month we've had. I told my squirrel buddy that I wondered if life was ever going to settle down. Besides babies and medical emergencies we've been trying to buy and sell property (unsuccessfully thus far), entertain out of town guests, figure out where and how we are going to spend the rest of our lives and somehow this has involved driving and driving and driving. I am so tired of my car, which now knows the way to the hospital by heart. I thought I would never have to go back there again, but I ended up running up there yesterday to pick up the phone charger that Emily left in her room. I also turned a year older somewhere in there. Was it Easter just a week and a half ago? Was it only a month ago that Sofia was born? I am tired. Really tired, but relieved that (knock on wood) the pace seems to be slowing. Squirrel was sympathetic.
Several weeks ago I started cutting and fusing circles. I took the center strip and two pieces of red fabric to Gerrie's when the small group met at her house on my birthday. (I look as old as I felt in that picture) Then life got crazy again. I am finally getting back to that. I cut a stencil of tiny dots and earlier this week I stenciled little gray and gold dots on the piece.
Today I started quilting. I'm actually considering sewing some beads on it.
These photos are details. There is more of this, but everytime I look at it I think I need to cut a bit off here or there. I am just not sure where I am going with this or if I will like anything about it when I'm finished, but it feels good to be working on something. My mother used to say, when it was unclear what needed to be done next, "do something, even if it's wrong." It's a pretty good philosophy. It's a start.