Where Did You Go, O Dish and Spoon?

I'd pretty much reached the conclusion that -- like the dish and the spoon -- my blogging mojo and my quilting mojo had run away together. I wasn't exactly sure when they'd left, nor did I have a clue as to where they'd run off to, but it was pretty clear that they were gone. It went on for a little more than a month. I tried to blog and I tried to sew, but I just wasn't feelin' it. So finally I just gave up. I stopped trying to blog. I stopped sewing except for a couple of necessary things -- blocks for a swap deadline and sample blocks for upcoming bee participation.

I couldn't even pinpoint why they'd left. I know I was saddened -- perhaps to a disproportionate level -- by the departure of the autistic school from my work place. There is also my perception that The Little Church is dying and that I'm sitting a death watch as I work. But that is a post for another day. Finally, there was the aforementioned influx of hurtful input from readers, comments I might have just shrugged off had it not been for the other sadnesses.

Then, much as they'd run away, those mojos  appear to be back. I don't think they've quite settled in yet, taken off their shoes and unpacked their bags, that kind of thing. So I'm going to be gentle and not make a lot of demands.

Yesterday Marsha and I went out to the Mancuso show at Oaks. We've done it before: I drive, she navigates, and we both do a B+ job. I didn't have an extensive shopping list and neither did she. I had told my daughter that I would make a baby girl quilt to donate to my granddaughter's ballet school tea party that raises money to fight breast cancer, and I thought I might find some fabrics. That was all I wanted and nearly all I actually purchased.

I wasn't home more than an hour before I was digging out Tula Pink and pressing and straightening pinks and violets. And after dinner I was back at it.

They haven't said where they went. Or what prompted their return. Or why they didn't even send a post card. But I think that the fewer questions asked, the better.