Friday, July 9, 2010
She wondered, she pondered, she thought and she thought.
Oh what irony....quilter's block.
Oh,no. What to sew?
A quilt, a hat, possibly...nah.
Or maybe this, but not really that.
The cat skittered and fumbled, under the feet, right by the foot. Maybe he knows what should be sewn.
Resort, restack, reorganize, review the newest mag on the stack.
Inspiration lurks behind and maybe under.
But, oh, what quilter's block.
Maybe tomorrow after the dishes, after the laundry, after the errands.
Some color, some pattern, some play in the light. Maybe someone will call me tonight.
They may tell me there's a new one on the way, or one that may pass away.
I'll put down my needle, and walk away.
Curl up and call it a day.
Tomorrow, maybe I'll be over the quilter's block.