So I was having a bad day. I wanted to get into bed, pull the covers over my head and just shut off.
Instead I went and sat in my sewing room. I started pushing things around. Tidying up, organizing. Organizing usually will do the trick, instant gratification...yes! But not this time. This time I needed some serious therapy. I needed needles, I needed thread, I needed fabric.
I needed something that would not take forever, something that would lift my spirits. Kona was the place to start.
Then cutting. Cutting is one of my very favorite things to do. Oh and the labelling, speaks to my organized heart.
Piecing, I am starting to breathe easier. Things are not so bad, if I can make eyes like this, how can things be that bad?
I just kept going. Kept making. It really does save me. By the end of the afternoon, I had this spicy guy looking back at me. I have named him Carlos. He made me feel powerful. I MADE him. That is something truly wonderful. It makes me feel better, every time I need to feel better.
Last night I started (and finished) quilting Carlos. So he is just waiting for a wee binding and then he is going to come to my office, where he can stare off bad days and cheer me up, because I know I can make him a brother if I need to and everything will be fine. Just fine.
Quilting really is my therapy.
ps. Thanks to Elizabeth Hartman for designing such great animal characters. They make me happy.
Linking up with Lee at Freshly Pieced and with the Needle and Thread Network.