Usually, when I sit down to put a quilt top together, I can just get it done. Sit and stitch. I think. I pray. I meditate. Conversations happen. But not this time. I could not seem to settle in front of my sewing machine. It could have been the lack of my helper or the ducking of the flying buttons that were being attacked by the Pirate King Malarkey. But ten minutes here and ten minutes there do add up.
The quilt top is put together. More nine squares are done for the next quilt. And I have started the back. Sometimes it is just about that ten minutes.