
closed doors and open windows
Yesterday afternoon, I received a phone call and I could tell immediately from the tone that bad news was about the be delivered. I had a feeling I already knew what that bad news was, though, so I didn’t feel the need to sit down to steady myself. “We presented your second quilting fabric line at our January show and it didn’t sell enough yardage for us to make it, so we’re canceling that line.” They assured me it wasn’t about bad design, but about bad timing in an already crowded market and there was some comfort in that. Of course, I felt the initial sting of failure even though I was expecting it. And I hate to admit it, but my thoughts darted to anonymous people on the internet who are critical of me and how they would delight in something I created not being successful. But once those









