An unwanted skirt...



plus fabrics on hand...



equal just a Whisper.



I can hardly hear my voice in this.  It whispers of spring - a season not approaching round here, a color scheme inspired by another artist.  It makes me feel lost.  Who is this for?  I am glad to see the skirt take on a new life, but I really won't be satisfied until it finds a meaningful home. 

This seems to be a refrain of mine.  I definitely prefer to make quilts for someone, not for selling (maybe) someday at a craft show in the distant future.  Le sigh.  On the other hand I feel very fortunate to have the means to make when inspiration strikes as part of my job.  Why then the lost-ness, the whisper?  Perhaps I should give Etsy a better try.



Methinks my next project must be decidedly useful.