Wow, what a terrible picture. It's because I took the picture from my stairs and my go-go-gadget arms are in the shop. It really is square. really.
I hope my Dad finds it peacful and snuggly.
Check! Done.
I swear, Christmas imposes such pressure to get something done, and done WELL. When I give a gift, especially my Secret Santa present, I want it to be cathartic. I've realized this about myself. And that is not good. It's crippling. So when I was spending hours trying to quilt some kind of a line around each leaf and FAILING, then picking out those lines, my husband Ted intervened, "It's done. Let it be finished." I was reminded of George Lucas saying, "films don't get released...they escape"
