Confessions from the Quilting Circle

Those oatmeal cookies were bought,
not made
I lost count of my stitches
then my thoughts.
Let's keep the memories, lose the stuff.
Does my cottage industry business plan,
match yours?

Is fretting over the quilt colours
a first-world problem?
Let us all proceed to overshare
both photos and feelings.
I confess that I should have helped
with that breast cancer quilt.
I rest my case.