Monday, August 31, 2009
I have this obsession with the back of things. Sometimes I like the inside better than the outside. My English paper piecing quilt is coming along nicely and I like the outside but I LOVE the inside. There is a spontaneous energy there that is missing on the neat little contrived front.
See what I mean? Or am I thinking too much like someone with an art degree? It's just going to be something to keep my lap warm for Pete's sake.