My brain, the math side, says that two parallel lines can become a rectangle. My brain, the quilt side, says screw this up and there’s no way to add anything back on. No pressure.
Like the fear of needing to lop off enough but not too much.
thought about the coming project a bit. I count this process as being normal, part of staying acquainted with the stash, letting the brain work out the possibilities etc. All good. Continue reading →
Geesh. Reverted to a “Top 50 or so” playlist because I just couldn’t deal with nothing. Continue reading →
Man’s mind is not a container to be filled but rather a fire to be kindled.
