fabric work

these days have been filled once again with fabric. fingers and hands filled with fiber and piles of fabric waiting and beckoning from, seemingly, every corner of the house.

had a dream the other night that i arrived for the indie craft parade, the doors were about to open, and i looked down at my table and saw nothing. nothing to sell. that's where my brain has been these recent days.

working on birds and pillows. organizing ideas and solving problems. in the midst of all the 'regular' we do around here. hard to see how it all will get done, but isn't that how every day is, really?

so here's to more work- more accomplishing. no matter how small. it counts. right?