I haven't sewed a single stitch on it, but I think I may just go begin to piece those background blocks this morning. Pat and his crew are putting the new roof on the studio, and the drilling and hammering is enough to drive me crazy, so the sewing room is a much calmer and more tranquil place to hang. Losing Track is basically my feelings about how life flies by when we are covered up with our daily routines. I have printed old photographs of my mother as a child, my grandparents, and great grandmother plus a few old clock faces, and a marvelous quote about time. I spent much of yesterday with my amazing 91 year old mother, and days like that make me oh so aware of how we simply lose track of time. Where does it go? It simply flies by! Do you feel that way too? I am trying so hard to cherish each and every day: every moment. As I ate my breakfast this morning, a doe ambled through the backyard between the house and the lake: what a treat!
Have a good one!