The other day a box of unfinished pieces, big and small, was found. I started to sort out the pieces, which ones I might still want to finish, others for dismantling to repurpose the cloth. There were so many pins and needles to be reclaimed! By the time the bottom of the pile was reached, I was completely overwhelmed with myself and shoved it all back in and onto the shelf. Except for one piece. I cut it in half to rescue the starry sky from the weird fish/sea monster below. But even the effort it was taking to figure out how to reconfigure the bottom became too much.
That same day, all of the plans to get to the beach became too involved- too many steps, things and people were having to be considered. All I want to do is stand still in the waves. I called it all off and will try again when things feel calmer and more known.
So this little boat was stitched instead. It reminds me of my first squares. Simple.
And then yesterday, this piece below began with the roots. I got quite lost in them, and then a red tree grew.
I don't know what's going on.
