Recently, when cleaning up my desk which is the custom table we made a few years ago –  I was looking around for the tile that started it all – and could not find it anywhere.

A few days later after removing a grocery list from the puppy’s mouth, a flood of memories came rushing through my head of a pile of projects on the desk, things being knocked over and general chaos. Of course the puppy was on hand as usually for any type of excitement – and in the busyness of the day – that tile may just have fallen on the floor in a flutter of temptation too great for a dog who loves a good paper snack.

I was sad. Then I accepted the single swirl that started the tile – which I wanted to change and grow away from always drawing the same old tangle – grew into something more unique and exciting than I could have ever imagined, and as I type this I am resting my arms on a 3×6′ version of the tile. Of course, the tile was just my string.