It's a thing.
Perfectly normal -- at least around here.
But for the past three months most of my walls have been bare and echoey,
my tapestries hanging out on the elegantly sloping ceilings of the third floor gallery at the Pacific Northwest Quilt and Textile Museum in La Conner, WA,
meeting people I'll never meet and
having (or overhearing), conversations to which I'll never be privy.
But for the past three months most of my walls have been bare and echoey,
my tapestries hanging out on the elegantly sloping ceilings of the third floor gallery at the Pacific Northwest Quilt and Textile Museum in La Conner, WA,
meeting people I'll never meet and
having (or overhearing), conversations to which I'll never be privy.
I wish they'd tell me more about everything,
but tapestries are good at keeping secrets.
It appears, however, that they have had a lovely time
and appreciate, as much as I do,
the care with which they have been treated
and the myriad visitors who made the effort to go see them
(some, apparently, multiple times -- so heartwarming).
but tapestries are good at keeping secrets.
It appears, however, that they have had a lovely time
and appreciate, as much as I do,
the care with which they have been treated
and the myriad visitors who made the effort to go see them
(some, apparently, multiple times -- so heartwarming).
Now, however, they are back--
nestling safely into the cedar chest,
getting delivered to their forever homes
nestling safely into the cedar chest,
getting delivered to their forever homes
and hanging again on familiar and un-spotlit (is that a word?) walls
among the everyday objects that fill a life.
among the everyday objects that fill a life.
I think they like it that way.
I know I do.
I know I do.
Welcome home everyone!
