Don't Mind Me, I'll Just Be Stitching.

Even though I'm in a time of transition, I have to keep myself busy, or I'll go crazy. I'm serious about that. If you've ever read the play Danny and the Deep Blue Sea, you'll understand. If I start thinking, "I'm breathing," it becomes nearly impossible to do. As with, "I'm moving," "I'm packing," "I'm saying goodbye."

So I quilt.

I like to quilt...unexpectedly. Like, while watching Jaws or listening to Demon Hunter. By quilting landscapes and local scenes, or using bright batiks for traditional patterns.

I feel like I'm worth something when I'm quilting. When I can proudly say, "I made this." Often times, "For you."

(One good thing that I can see coming from my having to move home, is that my momma is finally going to get her own sewing room. She's already organized an old storage barn in the yard, finally moving out the clutter of four children and 35 years. And she's so happy. I see what you did there, God. Believe me, it wasn't lost on this girl.)

 I'd like to take my stitching a bit further. If it's in The Plan, I'd even like to earn my keep with it. Heck, I'd love it. I even picked out a brand name for my soon-to-be Etsy shop.

So we'll see. And we'll pray.

For the Lord takes pleasure in His people;
He will beautify the humble with salvation.
     -Psalm 149:4