when I walked in the front door of the library over the weekend and the librarian said, "Are you Molly Dunham?"
"Yes," I said, wondering how in the world I got so famous. Or if my name had been red flagged in the library's computer for overdue fines.
"I just put a book on the hold shelf for you. It looks like a really interesting book," she said.
And so it is. I am consumed by the concept of reverse applique. I've been loving my thread, cutting up t-shirts, and digging into my stash of felted wool the last few days. I really, really, really want to go buy some new t-shirts to make myself a swing skirt. My husband reminded me countless times over the weekend that I have a Thanksgiving feast to prepare for, but all I can think about is wearing a new skirt a week from Thursday, and how lovely it will swing while I bustle around the kitchen. Then I get really crazy and think maybe, just maybe, I can make a sweater to go with my new skirt.
There are baseboards to clean, ceilings to paint, menus to plan, groceries to buy, furniture to re-arrange, linens to clean and press, pumpkin tureens to find in the top of the closet, but all of that can wait. At least for a few more days. I'm busy stitching.
Who's going to notice the food stains on the kitchen ceiling anyway? (I'm still curious as to how they got there.)