Coming down from Shangri-La: my stress quilt
I planned this project before my crazy month began, as a sort of meditation, but it has become much more than that. I cut up hundreds of tiny pieces of fabric before I went up to Wesleyan to help Ez finish up his last semester and sewed on his bed, in numerous hotel rooms, on the plane, in the waiting room, after I got home, during spare moments on graduation weekend, then in libraries and more hotels as I killed time waiting for my Yale reunion to start, then when I got home before Hannah arrived to do wedding errands. By then I had finished this top and started another - and the second one is done now, too.
I did them both by hand, one stitch at a time, and now I'm hand-quilting them. I have this excellent hoop I got at the Goodwill for $2.98 and am slowly, slowly stitching my way across the "flimsy." My stitches are not neat or small, but I start each one with the intention of making it as well as I can. The project makes a fine companion to silence.