Last summer's clearing, cleaning and rearranging created a much better living room situation. After a few years of it being more of a chaotic studio than a family space, everyone was pretty happy with the new set up. BUT...now that autumn has arrived, complete with less daylight and rainy days, stitching is becoming harder. The other day I found myself standing by the window while trying to work on a detailed spot. I foresee another rearranging, one that gets a chair back near the window...soon.
Today's dark skies were too much for these tired eyes. Moon's (hopefully) Christmas quilt was pulled out. It's already a wonky make-shift of a thing, so tidy stitches aren't important. It was good to work on it. He's been such a teenager lately, just as he's supposed to be. Even so, exasperation and exhaustion fill me. Slow mindless stitching let calmer thoughts come, remembering why I wanted to make these blue quilts for each of the boys in the first place. Aside from their long selves needing more coverage, I just want to wrap myself around them- in care and protection. Hoping that someday, when all the angst of this growing-up and letting-go piece of time has passed, the quilts will be a reminder that underneath and around it all their grumpy tired mama loved them in her own wobbly way.