I decided I need to keep painting these flowers. They make me feel happy and that’s all the reason there needs to be, yes? I like how this one sprig of purple something or other is sticking out at the top of the bunch, like a lone tree on a quilted hillside. I like how the daisies run up the hillside, like a path. Those orange ones on the lower right are going to require some intense work at some point. I am not grokking them as yet, but I mean to.
Also, I have been working on six sets of cafe curtains for the front porch. This morning, as I was getting ready to cut the lining for the final pair, I ran short of fabric. This would have stopped me in my tracks as recently as a few months ago. I do not suffer reverses all that well, but every time I finished a set this past week, I would hang them in place of the sad old bed sheet material that was already out there, and it would make me absurdly happy. So I went to Wal-mart and bought another yard so I could finish. It’s in the washer, and then I’ll dry it, iron it, cut it out and sew it up along with the last two pieces of material. Once that’s done, anything is possible.