on the edge

One of my favorite things about my living room is that it faces East.  In the morning I like to open the door and let the sunlight come through. 

This morning I started a new project.  The nights have been getting much cooler and the weather is supposed to change soon.  I'm going to be awhile on my other quilts so I decided to salvage two wool blankets that have seen better days by tying them together and then applying binding to the edges.  Eventually I may do more with this project, but for now I just want something warm for the bed.  The goal is to not turn the heat on until the end of October.   I had a little more help than needed this morning.

By late afternoon I had moved out the back porch to sit in the swing and work on the edge.  I was thinking about how everyone's stitching is a little different, like handwriting? 

I was thinking about contentment.  I've thought a lot about whether contentment limits creativity, whether it creates stagnation.  I'd like to say no, it doesn't.  As long as we stay curious.  And I think curiosity and contentment can coexist. 

Brought to you today by the letter "c."