getting up early feels purposeless without edgar's warm steady breathing filling the room. it's been difficult to start my day and be productive. but gradually i'm finding my way back. making my way to the studio even for a few hours every day. i'm working on a small and limited little collection of quilts. the quilt tops that i pieced together while i was home with edgar. my edgar quilts. after i realized he was dying, i knew these would be special quilts. there are four of them. lovely farmhouse throws, professionally quilted by megan. although i'm always tempted, i never keep my favorite quilts. but this time, i'm keeping one. so there will be three farmhouse quilts listed in the next little while that are infused exquisitely in love (even more than my quilts usually are)
tracy sent me this photo last night. a photo she took of one of his quilts that he had torn a heart into. jump starting my work, sending me off into this new week with purpose!
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