I'm working on this long project (long story and long fabric).
I grew up in the 50s and 60s. I had a horrible childhood with
many things torturing all of my family members. I mean, it was almost comic.
I don't want to tell the story literally because who the heck wants
to hear. I survived and am here to tell the story. Lately I want to put
it all behind me and forgive. Sewing on this I'm feeling my heart open
and anger softening a little. They've all died now so I need to get this done.
The tentative title is Player Piano. Each week new notches were punched
in our lives. This turned into a ribbon of habit that played itself without me
doing a thing- just providing the forward motion.
At the end I'll see what's left. Maybe the grace of forgiving.
There's so much more to do on this.