Why is it that the creative impulse strikes at the most inappropriate moments? While packing for the show this coming weekend I was sorting pieces of hand dyed cotton and came across this one that was just begging to be worked on further. I laid them out on the picnic table and spent some time drawing on them with dishwasher gel from a hair coloring bottle (Where could that have come from?). Fifteen minutes later I snatched them up and popped them into the laundry with my husbands jeans - hot wash and rinse to shrink them the way he likes. Now I have to set them aside until I have the time to design something with them.