I may get no further than this on the floor game of laying it all out. The pieces may spend another long time back in the closet. But they are doing their job nevertheless by providing a much-needed break from the easel and the palatte. They are about as far away from the subject of stones as one can get! Just playing with the pieces and wondering about the southern (I decided) gentlewoman (my guess) who died in childbirth (made up story) while piecing this quilt of her mother's old dresses and father's old shirts (who else would wear these prints) and topping them all off with the harsh garish yellow (because it was free at the church bazaar) has gotten my creative juices flowing again. Ahhhh- that's what a deep, deep cleansing breath will do!