January 26, 2005
Reconciliation.
Once I have quilted and bound off my quilt, we (the quilt and I) often aren’t close friends for a while. Maybe it’s because we have been so close, so intense. I know every flaw, every change, every ache and stress. Like raising a child, it takes me a while to reconcile the new reality to the original vision. And then, another month, another year, I look at that quilt and I am surprised to discover that it has a spark of my heart in it.