Today my studio moved at about 70 mph. I’ve this new-found dedication to my creativity, you see, a new-found commitment to studio time.
My daddy died twelve years ago today, but grief doesn’t wear a watch, you know. Oh how I wish I had that shirt and tie he wears in this picture (isn’t that a fabulous tie?), even a pair of pajamas or those khaki pants he wore when I was a wee little thing – something, anything he wore that I could stitch out my grief on, something I could wrap around me.
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