I have spent most of today cutting and machine piecing a quilt top. It has been a very therapeutic day. I love the precision of piecing, the predictability of how the pieces form up blocks, the blocks rows and the rows a quilt top. The rhythm of the stitching, the thrum of the machine and steady reduction of thousands of pieces into one whole top fills me with a sense of balance and completion. I piece when I need to get back to basics, to reinvigorate my soul or to remind myself of who I am creatively. When life is not going to plan, I piece. When I need time to reflect, I piece. I love that piecing a quilt allows the simplification of complex designs and ideas. I love that you see the transformation of many different fabrics into an integrated whole. I love that you can express yourself through colour, texture and design and that a two dimensional object can have movement and activity, light and joy. I love piecing.