I said I was going to start quilting at the beginning of this year, but thus far my schedule has not permitted it. To add to my despair, it appears I'll be home three weekends in a row in October (thanks church!), which means I might have to further prolong it. But I don't think I can resist this fabric. Mermaids? Octopi? Seahorses? I'm enthralled by under the sea things already, but the colors look like they'd match these atrociously tacky and wonderful pillowcases I found at my grandma's, never opened.
I saw this fabric at Purl Patchwork over the weekend whilst in New York. The store is the size of a good walk-in closet and absolutely enchanting. I feel like most modern quilting stores are.
So there's that little bit of love. Then there's this:
Here's a collection of embroidered text messages tracking a romantic relationship from start to finish. It isn't stereotypical, its real--messy, lingering, etc. I think the concept is great too--romanticizing something (using embroidery) that isn't typically considered romantic. But come on, I know you're a sucker for messages left on your cellular telephone typed by that person's thumbs.
Believe it or not, I still have work to do. There hasn't been much by way of food going on lately, mostly because Marc and I were away in New York (seeing "Perez Hilton Saves the Universe" and "Legally Blonde: The Musical", visiting friends, eating expensive food, etc). I did, however, have the best creampuff of my life and spent the next half hour euphoric and covered in powdered sugar. We're also not grocery shopping until Wednesday, and even then, I'm not sure what I want to make exactly. I haven't run out of steam or ideas, time seems to be the issue now.
I think I like the idea of sharing a poem from a religious mystic at the end of these posts. Keepin' the Jesus a part of the blog. These poems are from a book called Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West. I find them charming, relevant, and deeply significant.
TWO GIANT FAT PEOPLE
and I have become
like two giant fat people living
in a tiny
keep bumping into
Hafiz (c. 1320-1389)