No one can develop fully in this world and find a full life without feeling understood by at least one person. ~ Paul Tournier
This post concludes my ponderings on the sewing room.
...and a low rumble of approval swept across the land
What have I learned? A lot. I have learned that I like colors because I like candy. (Not to be confused with "eye candy.") You think I jest? No. Oh no. Serious time has been spent thinking about this connection. The more colors (and, presumably, the more candy) the happier I am.
I do not surround myself with "beauty" so much as I surround myself with the things that remind me of beautiful people.
Such as this puzzle assembled over a cold winter by my grandmother's friends who wanted me to have it to remember them by. I do. And it makes me smile every time I stand there to iron.
And here's the beginning of the craziest patchwork ever...polka dots and country cows and florals and checks all dance along together.
You are here.
She is here.
They are here.
My daughter is here, my grandfather, too. All the family really.
It's not perfect...
nor will I be making a skirt to hide it all. Wouldn't want to hide the candy after all.
(Wish I had hidden the Lysol wipes, though. ☺)
Pearl has a point!