Someone dropped off a box of fabrics. Most of them couldn’t be used in quilts but each of us had other ideas. Carmen is making something with polka dots (wouldn’t say exactly what). I hope to make hats for the bazaar. Judy pointed out how amazing it was that we each saw different treasures when we looked through the box. I’m drawn to the bright colors and anything with sparkles. Cathryn sensibly pulled out flannels that could be transformed into baby quilts. Not surprising as isn’t that what variety offers? We go into a restaurant with friends and each person orders a different item off the menu. Dianne got a new car recently and was willing to drive to Butte to get the red one. The new quilt we started on looks like it holds blues on a white background but when we looked closer – the background was actually composed of many different sorts of white fabric. There are aspects of our lives where we savor routine – morning coffee, old friends, Thanksgiving dinner, Friday quilting. At other times we very much want choices. That joy when we can look in a box and see some special thing that speaks to us and other things that we barely notice. Imagine it is the same with people. How many individuals do I pass on the street in a given day that I don’t notice? Why is that? What makes one piece of fabric instantly catch my eye? Why do I notice the woman with a small child crossing the street and not the other pedestrians passing me on the sidewalk? I could have been pondering this while quilting today but I didn’t. Too busy trying to make those small even stitches.