Now, let me tell you that I wasn't so disappointed with it last week. I felt that something was happening. Not anything terribly bad, I mean. Then Richard walked in.
Richard: That's a busy quilt. (He was not being nice with that too matter-of-fact tone.)
Me: Well, I'm starting to like it a little. I think if I keep going it's going to become something.
Richard: Yeah, it's real busy.
Me: Get out. Something's happening. (I think he crossed his eyes. Maybe not.)
The very next day, he walked through again. By this time his words had inched their way into my thought process. I was struggling.
Me: I think I'll turn this into a puppy bed. It's a good size for...
Richard: Oh, you wouldn't do that to the puppies, would you?
Me: What do you mean? It's not that bad.
Richard: Well, they would go crazy. That's too busy.
Me: Tell me you're joking and you're sorry.
Richard: Of course, maybe Cotton would be able to find his bed. (Cotton, at 17, is blind.)
Now that, friends, did get in my head. What the heck? Why? How come? (That's a Southern question.) So, just like that, I'm doubting the piece and, worse, am thinking of ditching it. Well, I'm thinking of cutting it into a different improv piece. Maybe not. I've decided to leave it alone until I get back from quilt retreat in Baton Rouge with the MQG there.
Yeah, that's what I said. Quilt retreat!