Yesterday someone asked me if I’m still making quilts, still doing this thing.
Of course, yes. I just don’t talk about it as much as I do it.
As ever, my quilts still speak for me.
Especially in a time when I get “all lives matter”ed in meetings at RealJob.
Things are slower because the side hustle gets sidelined when the main hustle is overly demanding, when RealLife is a deep wail-inducing struggle. And yet, the quilt is the receptacle in which I embed it all. There’s always one in progress–always 1000 in progress in my mind, in my sketchbook, in my heart.
Back soon, I hope, with a reveal.