Maria has pivoted from making potholders for weeks and taking care of me for a week and has started working on a new quilt, one which is unique, different, very classy, and still understated and soft to me. This is a heavy moment in our home, cause for rejoicing.

She made it out of fabric pieces, some from the sheep potholders, some from other quilts and fabrics.

This quilt has no name and no price yet and is too young to sell.

It will take another week or so to finish it, and when she does, she will post the progress and final result on her blog, fullmoonfiberart.com,  as she always does.

Maria is superstitious and never tells me what she is working on, but she shows it to me when she has a clear picture of where she’s going.

This is just a start.

At lunch, she read my piece on our trip to Urgent Care yesterday, and in response,  I was spilling my guts about trust and love and my struggles with both.

She told me how much she liked the piece but seemed somewhat distant to me.

A few spoonfuls into my chicken soup, she looked off into space, nodding as I told her about my revelations, etc. She was gone, no longer in the room, pretending to be listening,  a state of mine I know well and never take personally.

She was in Quilt Land.

“You’re gone, aren’t you,” I asked.?” “You’ve got a new quilt in your head!” There isn’t room in there for anything else.

I know how she thinks when she’s onto something. She’s gone but always comes back to me.

You went to Quilt Land, I said, and I imitated her trying to listen to me. She cracked up, and we were both cracking up in a minute.

Some day I’ll get her to make a video out of it.

I have to say; I nailed her pretty well. I can’t get angry about it; she’s been waiting on me hand and foot for days and graciously much of the time.

And I got the scoop on her this time; she hasn’t posted about it on her blog. I imagine she will get to it tonight; she’s blogging now. This is an extraordinary quilt; I don’t blame her for heading to Quilt Land.

I call this place she goes  Quilt Land, the sense of revelation and focus when an artist hits on something good and is gone off to another realm. This happens to me in my writing sometimes; I’m not in the room either.

It happens when I’m writing well and just sailing along.

Anyway, I love this quilt. I like most of them, but this one seems remarkable to me.