Colour addiction

Making a patchwork quilt is like having children.

I forget the tedium and the drudgery, and pretend to myself that it’s nothing but fun and satisfaction.

But I always give in to the yearning to make another quilt. And then, when the last thread is fastened off, I say,  “Remind me NEVER to make another quilt.”

But then autumn comes and the days for sitting outside get fewer and fewer and I think “Ooh, it would be nice to do a sewing project,” and I get out my fabric collection, and the joy of working with colour and fabric takes me over.

Thankfully, the weather is still lovely enough to dismiss this kind of foolishness. Long may it last.