I made my flannel lap quilt today. The first one I made was square and too short. This one is definitely rectangular and too long. I may cut off a few rows and sew them to the sides to fix that. But that means I have to frog stitch. (Rip it, rip it) and I don't like that- I don't know anyone who does.

It's not "finished" yet because the edges need to be snipped, and then I have to brave the Laundramat and use their machines. Flannel quilts are often called rag quilts for a reason- the edges of the seams stick out deliberately and get fuzzy with washing. But there's a softness and a comfort to them, and that's why I like them. They're also fairly fast to make. I'm glad I have rubber ducky flannel and cats in pajamas, because ya know, that's just comforting to me too.

And I've managed not to cry the entire time I've worked on it. Just a little bit now and then. And maybe tomorrow I'll try it out with a nap and a cat, and then maybe I can work on happier things.

I talked to my neice today. I'm very sorry I am going to miss her graduation, but she could probably use the cash instead. Florida seems a million miles away right now and years and years away. But she graduates from college in 53 days. I remember the day she was born- the confusion and excitement. It's not good for either of us to think too much about those days. But there's going to be a lot of confusion and excitement in her life, and gosh, I sincerely hope things work out well. If I could give her a gift, I'd give her wings. Maybe I'll make some and include them with a check. Purple. Without feathers. And they don't have to be large. Just big enough to hold some bravery and confidence, and she can fly.  ¶ 2:17 PM