make a quilt

i had a the dining room table covered with these dried gladioli flowers for a week. i pulled them from their spent stems, sorted them into color piles, and then let then sit for…a week. i mentioned to my husband, steve, that i wasn’t sure what to do with them. i was stuck, because they seemed precious, worthy of extra-special attention. it’s never good when i start treating my subjects as precious. i freeze up. no matter what i make it won’t match my expectations, so why even try. ugh!  after a week, steve casually suggested “why don’t you make a quilt?”  i immediately shot back with “i can’t possibly, the shapes are way too irregular”. even after ten years…i still get in my own way.

dried gladioli flowers