While I know all things happen in their own time, occasionally I feel as if there aren’t enough hours in the day, weeks in a year, decades in…. I’m heading to see my youngest daughter tomorrow, spending a week with her and The Burrito. Yet, I’ve been adding to The Hawk as if a veil has been lifted, bottled-up prose liberated. Plus there’s a big blue quilt binding to complete as well as placemats to sew, coasters to finish….
What I have to remind myself is that these tasks will be waiting for my return, along with vacuuming and mopping, ahem. Sometimes I have the patience of Job, but not always.
I do have some fun machine quilting to share, coasters for my eldest girl. I will blend these differing methods of sewing in a table runner that will eventually accompany the Southwest mats, waves as the horizon, straight lines as skyscrapers.
Of course, I need to design that table runner, lol. Right now I feel like I have as many sewing projects as novel plots, which brings me back to this entry’s title. But instead of getting my knickers in a twist, I will embrace the plethora of crafty ideas, both in cotton fabrics and fictional mischief.
There truly is time for all these treasures. And if the hoovering occurs, double bonus, hehehe!