I think I'm done.
It was very therapeutic.
And I learned a few things.
1. A sewing machine can be a stalwart friend.
2. Sweetness and sourness can co-exist.
3. A free motion foot is a tricky thing.
4. I see better without my glasses.
5. Pushing my comfort zone was very satisfying.
I think I will call this piece "Verbatim", because all the words were written down unedited.
Added January 31: I shouldn't be so flippant about what I learned. I think I was avoiding the truth, which would be contrary to my primary directive, which is to be truthful.
It's just that I have learned a lot of painful things this past month (some good things too, like friends that I can trust are worth their weight in gold.)My powers of observation, which I have been rather proud of, are totally fallible. I was bamboozled by words of adoration. I wouldn't treat my worst enemy the way I allowed myself to be treated. I tripped all over myself in a rush to forgive a certain person, when I should have been forgiving myself.
Anyway, enough of a wallow. Onwards and upwards.
It's not all black and white of course.