You know how it is.
You keep meaning to get to something, but you don't.
You fill the time you are supposed to be spending on something in particular doing something completely different—whether you intend to or not. Whether you want to or not. Consciously or not.
Dishes. Laundry. Catching up on sleep. Playing with stacks of fabric. Vacuuming because you borrowed your sister's Dyson. Playing with scraps.
That's where I've been.
And, somewhere in the midst all of the hustle and bustle of the fall that has so quickly passed me by, I've actually been somewhat productive—albeit, behind the scenes. There are new quilts in process, bee blocks, beginnings of a bag, handmade gifts, fresh stash, a new collection of vintage goodness, and a couple of recipes I'd like to share.
So that brings me to the question of where to start. Because, despite wanting to blog and continually putting it on my list of things to do over the past couple of months, I've fallen drastically behind. So, do I step backward and start at the very beginning (as my dear friend Julie Andrews might suggest), or do I just pickup from here and pretend like none of the last several weeks have happened?
Neither option sounds particularly enticing right now.
So, for now, I'll just say this: I'm back. I'm ready to roll. And I have much to show. Get ready for a massive (for me) amount of posts over the next week or so. At least I hope so.