"I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again."
Irish dramatist, novelist, & poet (1854 - 1900)
I had that kind of day, not because of neurotic genius, but because of disorganization, indecision, general confusion. I had hoped to make a little quilt for Alzheimer's Quilts using some motifs and fabrics from last year's Hoffman challenge. Should have been easy, but it wasn't. Maybe tomorrow.
What did I do when I wasn't staring at the fabric? Had eyebrows waxed, prepared discussion questions for book group, did laundry, sent some business-type e-mails, mopped the floor, cooked dinner. I don't know what Oscar Wilde's story was, but that's mine.
This weekend is the Indiana Heritage Quilt Show in Bloomington. I always enjoy this fairly small, but high quality show, and am taking a class from Wendy Butler Berns called Out of the Blocks Quilt Design. As I understand it, we will design a block and make a model, not by sewing but apparently as a paste-up. I chose the workshop because it was one of the only ones that wasn't project oriented or teaching a technique I don't/can't do. Not having to drag along a sewing machine is a plus too. So another thing to do tomorrow is organize class supplies, if I can remember where I put the list.