i have been gone

working.
cutting...material.
poking...myself
with scissors and needle.
the cats have clawed my hands raw
while i handled the wiggling measuring tape.
blood and band aids.
the bobbin was my nemesis.
all of me has been put into this damn quilt.
you cannot laugh at my crooked hems.
if i ever see a scrap of rust orange velvet or
red and yellow tweed i will gouge my eyes out and sigh.
i hope that your quilt is well received.
i hope that your blanket keeps you warm.
it has taken away all my time to scribble down pointless observations.
it has made me slump in defeat at least twice a day for the past three weeks.
i complain, but really, i hope it makes you smile.