Have a night where you didn’t sleep so well for no particular reason? It’s happened on more than one occasion, being a woman nearing a certain age I’m sure this will again. This usually happens when there is something to do the next day, like get up early and be coherent. Wild and crazy dreams woke me up every two hours. Sheesh!
That was bad enough. I checked into facebook where I saw a picture of an alligator nose coming up through a toilet bowl. Not a big deal, but in my sleep deprived mind memories flooded my brain of the trailer in which we resided in North Las Vegas and someone sharing stories of scorpions being found in toilets. I was five when this happened. Five. I still remember this and shudder with fear of going to the potty without some adult making sure everything was okay.
And it doesn’t help that as I write little flashes of memory of some neighborhood teenager telling me about seeing Jaws at the movies. Okay that’s fine. The vivid imagination leading to nightmares and falling out of bed didn’t help.
What has all of this to do with quilting? Well, the trip into the City was to meet up with a friend and get a sneak peek of a quilt shop that will open. At some point there will be a facebook live, but today wasn’t the day. Spending time with my friend was important. Then I met Cathy at Sarabeths! I had pineapple and mango waffle. Oh how decadent! I’ll go back there for breakfast again.
The 1000 Postcards for Peace facebook page is live. Please feel free to join us. Debby shares the thought behind the project here. And the Facebook Live vid we did. It’s a beautiful story, and a good way of adding something beautiful into the world. Will this solve the problems? No. But it is healing for the maker. It is a moment of creativity, and prayer. As quilters we know how much quilting can heal wounded hearts, warm people, offer comfort. And so we stitch on.
Happy Quilting!
Teri
After all the angst of trying to figure out who I am in the quilting world I think that craftsman (yeah, yeah language but what the heck it’s my blog) is the best fit. I get how this machine quilting works, though there is still much to learn, explore, dream, and think about. And even more to do, the ideas keep floating through my brain so quickly I wonder if I’ll ever have time to stitch them all out. Probably not, and not the point. And no, I’m not going to go around telling people I’m a craftsman this is simply personal clarity, a gift to me.
A few weeks ago I offered to make a quilt for Maria from 
I started stitching Monday afternoon using a layering and free-form cutting technique that I used to make the quilt for the Cherrywood Challenge. Cutting, stitching, layering, cutting, stitching, rinse repeat. Just the beginning stitching is producing some lovely results. Layering the fabrics and cutting the curve to produce this drunkards path block…not bad at’all.
Oh. Oh. Oh. So I started quilting yesterday. My husband stood at the door of my studio trying to get my attention. Trying to get my attention. The zone, where fabric, batting, thread, machine, and I are working well together. That moment where creativity and ideas flow. That moment of peace when even the background music isn’t present as I stitch. 
Write a post tell you what I’m reading and trying to read. But reading a trashy novel, an inspirational book, or two isn’t all that exciting. The inspirational book that hasn’t grabbed me yet, surprising me a little bit because I like the writing style of this author. It’s due back at the library soon, and it may go back unread. The trashy novel, well, I have read nearly all of these books out of order. I’m not normal, but you knew that. The other book just arrived the other day so cracking it open would be a great idea. But…I’m still getting ready for Market.
don’t know when though.