At the moment I have a rhythm to my days.
Mornings are spent at the sewing machine
but I can't be showing you that right now.
It is practical work
Piecing a bed quilt
that unfortunately won't be done by Christmas.
But if I can keep up this rhythm I'm hoping for early in the year.
Boy am I stiff after those morning sessions!
It is after lunch that I pick up my hoop
and get into a new rhythm.
A rhythm of repetition
repetition of movement
stitch after stitch
row upon row.
Building up a symphony of texture.
A time for mind wandering thought
Until a thread comes to an end
and it is time to focus on rethreading a needle
time to lay a hand on the growing areas of texture
time to smooth the cloth
time to move the hoop
then back to the rhythm of stitch upon stitch
and wandering thoughts return.