As for a life, what person beyond the age of reason doesn't contain wounds and scars that come from broken hearts, tears of joy and sorrow, rejection, victory, satisfaction and angst? But how can any stellar life be built on anything but the folds and creases that represent experience, hard work, hard knocks, sacrifice and faith?
I'm toying with the notion of creating a quilt to enter in the IMQA show that is to be held in Wichita, Kansas, next year. Wichita is only about three hours away so it would be a shame to not attend and I have until nearly May to create an entry. The theme, this year, is Dreamcatcher so although it is surely a cliche, I think I will practice making some background fillers in a dreamcatcher design. The feathers for a dreamcatcher don't really look like the traditional Victorian feathers quilters so often use and certainly don't flow the same way. But they tend to use circles (pearls or bubbles) and I am a big fan of circles in background fillers.
Today, I agreed to work in one of the local quilt shops a couple of days a week and am both excited and nervous about it. I've been on high center for quite some time on working and haven't wanted to dress up, go to a high pressure interview, get the resume just right, try to wow the interviewers and then worry that if I end up getting the job, I will have to stay there at least five years even if I hate it. The legal community is a small one and you don't want to be flaky.
No surprise, I guess, this was a completely different experience from looking for a lawyer job. Obviously, it doesn't pay anything like a law job but she already knew me, read my cover letter, scanned the application, stuck out her hand and asked me when I could start. I mean, this was so refreshing. I've been dreading looking for a job because I am used to interviews lasting over a period of weeks, waiting to hear if they want to interview you, dressing up for several levels of interviews, studying their business and relevant law so I can ask intelligent questions, and then worrying they'll actually offer me the job in case I end up hating it.
This job is flexible, only 1-2 days a week and I get a discount on fabric, books and patterns. More importantly, I will get to be around fabric, quilts and other quilters. I don't have to be there until 10:00 so the typical lawyer job of rolling out of bed at 5:30 a.m. to take a shower and squeeze into hose and heels so I can be out the door within an hour, with or without coffee, won't be part of the equation. Instead, I'll still be able to guiltlessly stay up late the night before; have my coffee on the patio in the morning with Mr. Wonderful; wear real clothes instead of a court costume; and skip the rush hour traffic. I actually always really enjoyed working with the law and loved going to court - but I sure like the idea of working in a place where people come to relax instead of places, like court, where people's lives are being torn apart and they are terrified, furious and confused.
I went to a local quilt show, today, and saw a lot of pretties. I am always delighted to see local talent and happy that regular people get to strut their stuff:
The more I looked at this one, the more I found to applaud:
But I still find myself glossing over quilts that have been quilted by computer even though I know there is a lot more to it than just turning on the machine. When I see a custom freehand quilting job that is spectacular, ahhhhhh - that is what rings my bell.
Beautiful hand quilting just makes me feel inadequate.
Pearly's eyes look great and she feels great but the skin right beneath her eyes, i.e., where the drops drip, smells bad and is starting to act like she has irritated skin beneath the hair. I've sent photos to the eye doctor and hope they have an idea of how to deal with it, next week. Through all of this, you wouldn't know she was on so many drops and then, practically overnight, both eyes did this:
Off to have my nightly glass of wine.
Happy Quilting, Penny, Evelyn and Pearl