Like most sewers and quilters, I'm at the machine every day, its a habit that I'm not afraid to admit. Okay, its not just about the fabric, the feel or the colors although they are important. For me its being able to create where there are sometimes roadblocks, how will I pay the bills this month or what to do about my problem cat.

I can set aside life's little issues, I'm in a world all by myself most of the time. I create the most beautiful things in this

private world of mine, I amaze even me. Quilters are likable people, but we need our space too. I let the cat in my room, attend to the parrots, grab a coffee and off I go. I must walk the dogs early in the day, if they don't jump out at me they might get missed.

I'm thinking about the next quilt design while still tucked under the covers in a deep splendor. Sorry, my beloved is not the first I think of each day or the second. That space is taken up by the colors, patterns, etc in my mind.

And by chance if that early morning project has anything at all to do with crazy quilting, it might be days before I pass him by on my way to another pile of colors.

Life is good, until the repairman knocks or the job calls but I've got quilting to do. Never let it be said, the machine sat idle, alone and no one to turn on the switch.