like the bird of legend, I struggle to re-create myself one more time. We talk alot about friends and friendship, here in Blogland. And I've been blessed with many that are near and dear to me. On Saturday one more friend stretched her arms across the miles and pull me up and out, yet again. Here's the letter I received from her, via e-mail:Hey Finn,
Now, that I'm back in Oregon...I'm facing the late winter blues, so I'm doing my very best to NOT go into the cave and pull the winter covers over my head.
I had such a challenging time in Juneau and breaking my wrist and having the first surgery of my life ...all alone...was not even the hardest part!
But now, I'm biting the bullet, hanging onto my seam ripper, taking needle in hand..well, you get it...and lady...you and I...we are going to sew.
So drag out those darn scraps and join me! I don't care what we make, what we do. We're Liberated Quilters with capital letters and as my Cajun French mama says: "IT DON MATTA!!!!!"
We're taking all the little weirdos and unloveds and loving the heck out of them from now on.
So, get your scrap bag, dump it out on the floor by your sewing machine, take its photo, post it and.....
Sew lady, sew!!!
What to do?? Where to start when there is no starting point? Well, if you haven't got a plan, you just have to punt!
Name your passion or your poison...scraps by the box and basket full, orphan blocks and parts falling from shelves, boxes and drawers. A begun this, or an abandoned that?? It doesn't matter...just jump right in!!
Is getting the machine unburied the hardest part? Maybe...but once that's done, just grab something and sew it to something else...now you're moving!
It's a long way to Tipperary, a long way, I know...but if you can manage that first step, and then the next,....maybe you'll make it. Saturday was "bumpy" with interruptions, more "life keeps happening" problems and an invitation for tea and warm homemade bread...which I accepted. Sunday began slow, still no new pictures to share, but a couple of small bins, boxes or bags were emptied. It got better as the day went on...it began to flow. Ebby joined me in the sewing room, curling up in a favortie chair, which has been empty for several months now. The light was good, the day quiet, and an interesting book to listen to on CD...I made progress. I hung it up to watch The Amazing Race, feeling I had made alot of progress. No particular project, and maybe nothing in particular will come from my two days effort, but it felt good to have once again, sewed. And so I send my heartfelt thanks and love, along with a big hug to Michele, for reaching out on Saturday, and to Julie, for reaching out last week and stirring my creative fire to flame once again! And to all of you who have written, wondered and asked, where was I? You are all quite amazing friends. Hugs for all, Finn
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