Tomorrow? I’ll be making something.
I’ll gather the fabric, see what’s in that scrap case up there, find the thread, and sit at the machine. Because it’s Making Day. It’s Saturday morning time carved out for what comes out of my head through my hands. It could be sewing (like it will be tomorrow), it might be watercolor or drawing. It may be oil painting (which I’ve never done before), knitting, crochet, or embroidery, who knows?
You could say the grandmas gave me the idea. All winter long, they meet in the council chambers of the next town over and sew for three hours every Saturday morning. It’s part of their clockwork, and do they ever have the quilts to show for it.
Oh, those grandmas.
They have no idea they turned the light bulb on.
Wishing you the loveliest of weekends, friends!
