This past week has had the potential to be very discouraging. I’ve been getting bogged down with the opinions of people who haven’t learned to value the domestic arts. I have had to remind myself that the things I’m making are beautiful and meaningful. I have needed to remind myself of why I do what I do.
They have value.
They will be used.
They will be loved.
They will be forever present in a lifetime of memories.
My quilts will bring comfort to children.
With every stitch that I sew I can say that it has the potential to make a lasting difference in the lives of the people who experience it. For every hour I spend working, years will come out of it.
I ate Sunday dinner at Megan and Caitlin’s new apartment.