Hearts, hearts, hearts and more hearts. I'm up to 45 of them and am already sick of the things- and I've 55 to go to make goal.The freehand, eccentric hearts are out biggest seller- a small trifle that folk buy as Christmas ornaments, as small sun catchers and as little decorations. They are fun to make when I'm just fooling around. But when I feel I have to make so many for a show, they become like rabbits in the garden: charming in a few but a nuisance as a horde.
Not that I should complain. It's flattering that people like these. The hearts usually cover our booth fees and other show expenses. And they do have a wacky charm all their own.
I suspect I'm stressing over a really big show and need to quilt for the night.
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