I had a very clear image of my next quilt in my head, I even bought the fabric, but when I sat down today to nut out the templates something happened. The preliminary sketches morphed into something completely new. The imagined quilt, the one so carefully planned, has gone; to be replaced with this new image. That’s how my brain works and it can be a pain in the toosh sometimes.
I promised myself that I would go with the flow this year, to follow my lopsided creative brain wherever it took me. And it’s taking me on a fabulous journey. I am itching to turn this sketch into a quilt, a mug, a cross stitch, fabric. Will it work? I don’t know, but hand me the scissors!