One of the reasons I make quilts is that they make me feel so good.
I love to make them and I love to be wrapped in them.
The weight of those layers of fabric and miles of thread, combined with months of embedded, repeated touching is a perfection of comfort.
Above is a pencil drawing I did in 2009.
In it, I'm wrapped in Something More Magical Than It Ever Was. also see here
A similar drawing with When Asked She Replied is on my website - see here., the quilt here
If that is why I make quilts, why do I blog?
Is this blog another cover-up?
Do I pull it over me when I need to feel in touch?
I'm sad that Leonard died.
I'm sad that Donald won.
I do not need to write new blog posts for them.
I need to write for me.
I need to feel in touch.
I'm going to try to be more honest here. (not safe)