“Whether your stitching is as elaborate as the Bayeux tapestry or as simple as an Amish patchwork quilt, the threads of your life are what you will weave into the fabric of your story.”
~ Patty Dann in The Butterfly Hours
I Sew like I Write
Shades of red and blue in my peripheral, the pedal at my feet, I sew like I write: no plot, no plan. Loose threads at every corner. Straight stitch, back stitch, zigzag for the seam. In the late-night hour, I note the mistakes. That section too wide, the other too slant. With a heavy sigh, I undo a whole line, and the floor is littered with wasted string. I brush the scraps aside, so I can rearrange now. Reconsider. Until finally, with distance and a squint of the eye, the pieces become tiny continents of material easily pushed into form, the narrative always present, patchwork to full.