indulgence

I absentmindedly grazed on two slivers of farmer sausage out of the fridge this evening. Then I followed up nicely with a decadent chocolate which I ate by cutting thin slices off, as though to fool myself into thinking I was just going to eat a little piece. Mmmmm.
I'm not really much of a snacker, especially in the evening, but it's fine to break our own rules from time to time I guess.
The guest speaker at Quilt Guild tonight celebrated breaking rules. She endorsed creative freedom. She urged thinking for ourselves. She shared her passion and motivation.
Quilting is for many of us, an indulgence. A sweetness we savour. A treat.
But its also a path we travel. A way of viewing life. No guilt, no rules.