we make time, we steal time.
There is never enough time and then there is too much time on our hands.
Time is a measure and we measure time.
We might put time in a bottle.
There is no time like the present.
And time passes, not to be confused with time passages.
Cleaning out bags and boxes and piles.
Found a piece of fabric that was the inspiration for this quilt and used it to mend one of the holes.
I'm going to try to mend a little bit everyday on something and post here. And just see how far I can go...