Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
This is a fabric ATC I made for a new ATC group that meets at a quilting store. I made up the word Zoik to go with this fabric, I thought it sounded retro. Plus that's the best I could spell with the wooden letters I had left. :)