Sometimes...

we make things over complicated. Why have four embroidered squares on a piece, when one looks better? And why think about why you're depressed, when you can think about what to do to get yourself out of it? The why, I've discovered, doesn't help any, other than superficially. The what to do, is much more fun...even when you don't feel like doing anything other than pulling the covers over your head and having a damn good cry.

So...today, I pieced. Piecing, for me, is like knitting. If I'm doing it, it's a Bad Sign. But I talked to my new framer about stretching a painted quilt, he said, bring one in...but I don't have one to take in with me. I do, now. Turning Turtle, made from bits that someone gave me...eco, I think...aka Elizabeth Cherry Owen. And, while I was at it, I made 'outburst', too. Two bits of unrelated fabric put together...that look like an explosion...or the kind of thing that you say when you just can't bite your tongue any more... Turtle, will be painted, which is why it really doesn't matter that I couldn't find the fourth matching bit of border, most of which will disappear behind the work anyway... (note to self, tidy up that damn workroom, when you lose a piece of cloth you cut seconds before, it's time and then some...). Outburst, though, I suspect with be a quilt. No lutradur, no paint. Just quilt. Now, there's a novelty, for me at least.

Then, just to cement the improvement in mood, I went shopping. Food shopping. Robin is off to spend the weekend in Edinburgh, so I bought things that I like. Melon and strawberries for breakfast tomorrow, the ultimate self indulgence... and some fresh raspberries...and did I mention the Haagen Das Cookies and Cream icecream...? Oh, I did get chicken, and salad, and the like...but pudding always makes me feel indulged...