My fingers felt stiff, out of practice. I tried to smooth them, doing some mending. Fitting the elastic straps on Marta's dancing shoes, fasten a tail on her favorite cow pillow, fixing a t-shirt. Then I made myself a mug of tea, and I was back. Back on the quilting lane. Only a tiny path so far, but it might widen out to an avenue. I struggled with the first stiches. The needle felt strange and didn't cooperate. We will have to learn to work together. We will be a team again.
The fabric, the texture of the small pieces sewn together, felt good in my hands.
