One of the things I love most about working with fabric: the infinite number of designs that can be put on it! Every designer has their own take; every culture has their own style. I've vented a few times before about the differences between "modern design" as a movement versus "modern design" as an aesthetic. The movement is one I love, but the design aesthetic is only one of several that I adore.

I'm about to head out on the road again, and thanks to a quirk of airlines, I'll be flying into Vermont and out through Boston. I'm doing it purely so I can roadtrip through Vermont, and see what there is to see.

I have no idea what I'll see, but I'm taking my new camera rig.

Any suggestions?

Wondering why Vermont? See this map, and it'll make sense:

When I put yesterday's fresh rounds of travel into TripIt, I saw a line that summed up my year:

You've traveled 43,660 mi to 44 locations.

I nodded, thinking to myself about the places I've been, the people I've met -- or reconnected with -- and felt profoundly grateful. I've been welcome in a lot of places over the past year, slept on a few new couches, met delightfully new recombinations of humanity. All unique, none replaceable.

I've taken the rest of the week off of work in a fit of "oh crap I will be on the road for HOW long? and what can I finish if I focus on nothing but sewing for a week?"

We're gonna need a montage. I realize that a movie about quilting can only go in either the "Beautiful Mind" (crazed genius throws fabric about long enough that amazing things happen) vein or the "Waiting For Godot" vein (audience sits around, waiting for the explosions and car chases that never happen) vein.

As I tidied up the entry for Fuego, since I put it in the mail today, I looked over the quilt list for the year and was a little disheartened, because I felt like I haven't accomplished much this year. It's also entirely possible that I'm an idiot.

It's the end of October. In 2012, I've finished: