simplelife

The floor has reappeared in my studio. When I come first in the door, the stacks of old birthday cards, photos, and sewing repairs are waiting. So clutter control assumes. So many memories crop up in things I handle today. I find birthday cards from Loving Process, a group of women I mentored for 9 months, about ten years ago. I read their notes of affirmation and kind wishes as signs of God's grace. I toss them as I savor the taste of God at work. Quickly I sew up the long seam of a beautiful duvet cover that has lain beside the sewing machine for two years. Two years! I kept meaning to get to it, but forgot about it, had the wrong color thread (a 1 minute fix), or some other project was clamped on the presser feet of the Bernina. Done. An old down pillow has shed enough feathers to qualify as a shaped neck pillow - momentarily distracted, I sew one side, toss it on the heap of "to dos," and carry on with the rest of the room. There's one more mending job, a quilt I ...