I opened three more plastic shoe boxes. Why am I doing this? Is it a new form of therapy? I think it must be. I’ve heard other women do the same thing. What shall I do with myself today — oh yes — I’ll sort.
One box revealed yellow and white blocks sewn into 25 square blocks. I remember making them. I guess I was trying out colors.
Then there were the Purple starts. Not sure what this was about either — test patterns like the old patterns on the TV when it went to sleep at night.
Then I struck it rich with the third box. These were leftovers from a quilt I made as a house warming gift for a dear friend.
This sorting also reminds me of what she said once, “when I don’t know what I am doing I resort to research. It’s what I do to avoid something I need to do.” . . . digging deep. She is a Marriage and Family councilor so I guess this is my therapy.