stiches in time

Let's go back in time and pretend it's December, December 14th to be exact, when i wrote but forget to hit 'send' on this post. Rain had set in for the long-haul and we sun-soaked Texans were not prepared for a true Northwest Winter.  Now read on...

Since my last journal entry, life has been a circus of dualities. Retreating from the endless rain and gray into an boundless world of new hobbies, shared goals and cautious hope.

I have to admit, it's been super tough and I'm doing my best to stay positive, keep moving and keep making. I've been learning how to quilt and it's in some ways kept me the most busy and sane under what i consider really tight quarters with 7 dogs and 4 adult-ish humans. My progress is slow and meditative. While I imagine proudly displaying a big ole finished quilt across our bed, I also don't care if it ever gets done. This quilt, right now, is just about survival, day to day.

 my first row of flying geese blocks

my first row of flying geese blocks