I am nearly convinced that my wee sensitive soul becomes ill with the constantcy of the daily grind. It seems that for weeks and weeks of just treading water there is a point where I either sink or swim. That is the point where I need to make time to create something, it seems to be the panacea.
So with a studio overflowing with the family's flotsam and jetsam and causing a major blockage of the creative energy, I simply cleared a path (literally) to get to the sewing machine and the ironing board and whipped up these Log Cabin pillows.
Just in the nick of time, I feel much better now, and they will double as overdue birthday presents - so 2 birds 1 stone.