I needed floss. DMC #550 (dark violet) because purple is Nancy’s favorite color, and I like this particular shade. It took one hour to get to the store and four-and-a-half hours to get back home . . .
because on the return trip, we took the road less traveled, and Frost is right: it made all the difference.
Trees just beginning to wake up and think about changing into something green.
Heart-shaped rocks still wet from recent storms.
I felt so small, so protected. The quiet wrapped itself around me like a lullaby.
And just as I dropped the floss off in The Dissenter’s Chapel (the name of my studio), along came a flood of ideas – 21 to be exact – for new quilts. I guess that means I’m working in a series now?
[cue contented sigh]
It was a day well spent (even if we did spend five times as much on gas as we spent on floss).