I mentioned it on twitter the other day and I will say it here too: things are changing for me. In a (hopefully) good way. I’m growing, I guess. It’s too early to say anything publicly but I’m excited and happy and I feel like my future holds more than loneliness and misery.
I went to a craft show last weekend and wound up walking home afterwards. It was a good walking day, cool and damp, and I popped into lots of interesting gift stores on Bloor that I’d never seen before. I was inspired by the woman running one store who admired my nails and then told me they don’t really carry baby gifts even though people ask for them. By the time I got home I’d made my mind up, to make half a dozen baby quilts to bring to her and see if she would take them on consignment. This is number 3.
The black and white gingham will be the back, the red and white spots will be binding. I need batting and a trip to my mom’s next week will hopefully take care of that.
I promise to blog more. I got a camera and I’m feeling more positive right now.