Happy Friday, Friend,
Well…
It finally happened.
I sat down to quilt for “just 20 minutes”…
…and I have just now made it back.
Two weeks later.
I don’t fully understand what happened.
One minute I was minding my own business, winding a bobbin, telling myself,
“This will be quick…”
…and the next thing I knew:
The sun had set (twice? maybe more?)
My back had developed opinions
My stomach had given up on me entirely
And my bobbin? Empty. Of course. Again.
At this point, I’m not convinced I was quilting.
I think I entered some kind of Quilter Time Warp.
Because normal time does not behave like that.
In Real Time:
20 minutes = 20 minutes
In Quilter Time:
20 minutes =
Which explains why you didn’t hear from me last week.
Or the week before.
I’d like to say I had a good excuse…
…but honestly, I think I was still mid-stitch somewhere in another dimension.
If anyone finds the version of me who said,
“I’ll stop after this bobbin,”
please let her know she’s a liar.
A well-meaning liar.
But still.
And yet…
You know exactly what I mean, don’t you?
Because those hours that disappear?
They’re the good ones.
The ones where the world quiets down, the machine hums along, and everything just… clicks.
Until your body reminds you that you are, in fact, not made of spare parts.
So if you’ve been thinking, I think I have a few minutes to quilt…”
I’d be careful.
Because you might sit down for 20 minutes…
…and I won’t hear from you for two weeks either.
Speaking of vanishing into quilting bliss…
If you’ve been eyeing a class, a project, or even a retreat, consider this your official warning and invitation.
Side effects may include:
loss of time awareness
unexpected joy
and empty bobbins
Totally worth it.
I’m glad to be back in Real Time…
(at least for now),
Donna
