As I was busy quilting yesterday, letting my thoughts wander, I glanced up to re-focus and rest my eyes and saw all these delightful mugs looking back at me, and smiled.
I guess I never considered "the view" from my needle before, but I stopped a moment and enjoyed the colors, the logos on the mugs, and all the interesting bric-a-brac I had stuck in them over the years.
Each one brought back a memory of a person, event, time in my life. Teaching for Jinny Beyer at Hilton Head, the great times at NQA and Asilomar, all the terrific students. And multiple wonderful markers, pens, scissors, tools. I know I can reach in those mugs and come up with the perfect answer to a problem or need. If I sorted through these and gasp, "organized" them, I'd never find a thing again. So they remain, sentinels guarding my quilting time.
The quilt in the machine pushes up against them so it doesn't drop off the edge of the cabinet and create drag. When working on a large quilt I remove them and take the machine back there out of the cabinet and have an even bigger workspace.
I like my bird lamp, one of the things Oliver was entranced with when he was new to the room and still a kitten. He thought the birds were real.
I hope your view is interesting, messy, and wonderful.
Keep quilting, your work gets better every day,
p.s. For some unknown reason, Blogger won't let me comment on my own blog lately and I can't post anything in that section. Thanks to all for your comments!