Midway

My Twelve quilt was one that wasn't born until the Eleventh Hour (so to speak). As the weeks went by, every time I considered the theme and tried to think of directions in which my quilt could go, I hit a wall. I thought about dozens (bakers and dirty), I thought about numerals and base 12 and binary, I thought about disciples and jurors and... nothing enthused me.

Time was running out. Ah yes, time. My Nemesis. Time and I have a turbulent relationship. I never wear a watch. I would prefer that clocks not exist at all. And yet, I dread being late and am always on time for everything (except deadlines - that's another story!). Then again, I can't stand waiting (it feels like such a waste of time)so arriving early is not pleasant either.

I frequently am not sure what day of the week it is and usually have to check a calendar if the date is required. I've even been known to forget what year we are in and often have to calculate how old I am.

As I thought about time, it struck me that Midnight and Noon are the only two times of day that have names. They are also the two times of day that I like the best because they are my two significant markers. Midnight is magic. The witching hour. My favourite time of day, when all things seem possible. I have always been a Moon person rather than a Sun person. And Noon? Well, that's lunchtime! I have what a colleague once told me is a Public Service Stomach - it grumbles at 12:00 exactly.

So my quilt began to show itself to me. Midnight and Noon. Blue and orange fell into my hands and once again (for the THIRD time in this project!) the design is a circle. Of course, there is always a glitch somewhere. This quilt's glitch was that my O stamp is lost, so Noon became Midday. :D Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!
That little tussle that time and I have on a daily basis had to show itself somehow, I guess.

So, the message is that between Midnight and Midday and Midnight and Midday and Midnight is a whole bunch of numbers that, quite frankly, don't mean very much to me!