This is the water quilt still in progress but growing nicely on my design board. I need to get on with it now but was too tired tonight to do more on it than audition fabrics for the third tryptich panel which will have a nice lush garden in it.
Instead I watched rubbish on TV - a show about mothers who drink too much. They cheerily confess that they drink five bottle of wine a month (I'm betting on more actually) then appear shocked when shown how many glasses that is and what damage it can do to their livers. I don't drink too much ( hardly ever in fact) but sometimes I wonder if I .... (come close, I'm going to have to whisper this in case Dennis hears me).... quilt too much.
The reason I was tired is that I got stuck in a trial all day and then some - courts finish at 4pm, we got done at 5.55pm and still didn't finish and so have gone 'part heard' to resume another day. My client needed 'special measures' - screens and then a video link to enable her to give very emotional evidence about domestic abuse from the father of her child who now wants to see his son.
Outside the court room right afterwards I was talking to the child's guardian about the instruction of a psychologist and other serious matters when I heard the words come out of my mouth, "By the way, don't think I am odd but do you mind if I just touch your bag. I'm going to make one just that shape and I just want to see what interfacing is in it." She was most obliging but I am wondering if there is a safe number of units of quilting per week you can consume before you start to damage your brain's abilty to compartmentalise your life.