Had a very nice breakfast at a local diner with two of my friendship group this morning. Then went to a quilt shop where I successfully filled out the needed fabrics for a quilt that's been bouncing around in my mind. When will I start it? Well, that's always the question, isn't it?
There are more quilts waiting to be started, continued, and finished than there are hours in a day, and more keep springing up in my head. This is something I don't really worry about although maybe I should. I just think that I am lucky to have so many creative possibilities hanging around waiting for attention. It means I have choices.
Is it the same with my painting? Close, but not as many projects crowding my brain. Does it disturb me? No. I'm still trying to master the how-to part of painting, and I've been sewing for almost my entire life. That makes a big difference. I know that's pretty obvious; it's just easier to create when the how-to doesn't get in the way. More practice is needed in this area, that's for sure!
Funny. When I started this entry, I thought I was going to apologize - again - for no photos because it was a quiet day without much that was notable going on. Instead I wind up discovering something through the writing that I haven't articulated before, something that explains why painting, which has been a dream for so long, has seemingly taken a back seat to sewing. No back seat about it; I'm simply at a different point in the process.