I am making it as perfect as I can.
Saying this reminds me that Agnes Martin said something about perfection.
"In our minds, there is awareness of perfection; when we look with our eyes we see it, and how it functions is mysterious to us and unavailable.
When we live our lives it's something like a race - our minds become concerned and covered over and we get depressed and have to get away for a holiday.
And then sometimes there are moments of perfection and in these moments we wonder why we ever thought life was difficult." Agnes Martin
I believe in those moments, but they are not exactly what I wanted to say about this baby's quilt.
And what I, her grand mom, want to create for her.
A place where for just a few minutes, maybe as long as a nap, things do seem to be perfect.
As perfect as I can manage.
Re-sewing almost every stitch.
I will be spending months, a year of my life on it probably, so that she will have it.
She will have me, for the rest of her life.
This near-perfect log cabin will touch her across all that time.