Needles At Dawn
I actually had a dream about the online embroidery community turning on me last night. It was pretty distressing. What has my life become?
Brain brain go away, don’t come back ‘til 8:30.
I think this illness is harder for creative people. I’m not saying that it’s not hard for every sufferer, but artists train themselves to see huge bursts of nervous energy and a rapid flow of intense thoughts as a good thing. For example, I tend to forget that I need sleep and balance if I’m ever going to bring all these great ideas to fruition.
This feels appropriate right now:
The Knitter, the Stitcher, and the Quilter.
It’s all just in a day’s work.
One of Debs’ beautiful pieces