So, to rally my spirits, I finally got myself to work on some of the crafty project that have been swirling around in my mind for the last many weeks. Making things has been good for my spirit. I took pictures, but can't find the cord to download them--I have this hunch that it's in the computer bag Matt took up north.
So, you get to use your imagination. I make two squares that hope to be part of a quilt of some kind--a free-styling log cabin block, made out of repurposed wool. Perhaps, if I like the quilt pattern, it might also make itself into a baby quilt for a baby-to-be that I'm ecstatic about. Also, I had my first mostly-success in remaking a big t-shirt to a fun, fitted style. It still needs something, but I'm not quite sure what tonight. Maybe inspiration will come tomorrow.
Really, all the quilt-making inspiration was spurred on by a beautiful gift I received this week.
On Thursday morning, I felt my usual mix of tiredness and uncertainty (amplified by the above-mentioned depression) about whether I really wanted to get myself down to the Rescue Mission for my weekly Bible study with the women there. And, as usual, when I finally got myself there, it was beautiful and full of grace. This week, in addition to Bible study grace, there was a kind woman I've enjoyed for a long while now, who gifted me a lap quilt she made. "For you and your house," she said. "It's earth tones. I know you have an old house--I thought it might match." And, she's right: it's perfect in our house. It's such a gift to have my hesitance met with overflowing grace, embodied in a homemade gift.