The call came at 11:58 pm the other night. “Mom, are you still up?” (I had a few quilts missing labels and late night movies held my interest.) “I’m engaged!” Seeing as they have been talking about marriage for the last couple years and the timing was finally right, my surprise was not the same as my daughter’s. I knew this was coming and had been holding off thoughts of her future marriage until the question had been asked. Now I can be excited. She will plan her own wedding while I hold her hand. My daughter has always been a planner with the focus of a microscope. My job has always been the one to hold her emotions while she works through her decisions. While she rides the emotional roller coaster, I’m there to see that her seat belt is on and securely fastened. So until the date is set I will refrain from asking her about the wedding quilt. That’s not to say I haven’t planned a quilt for her and her new husband-to-be. I have several designs I’ve been playing with. (The program on my old computer I was using to draft my quilts, was wiped off with the virus so all was lost.) My struggle is she likes simple modern designs in neutral colors with no accent color.
I love bold statements swimming in color. So I will wait until the conversation turns to joining their households to find a compromise. (Bonus – my new son-in-law-to-be has been raised by a Mom who quilts. The first time he came over he went straight to my design wall and commented on a wall quilt he liked.)
I also have a step-daughter who is getting married soon. Her wedding date has always been out there waiting for the right time. About a month ago they finally set the date for this spring. She lives out-of-state and I have not seen her in a long time so thank goodness for the internet. From the pictures I’ve seen, I know I can make her wedding quilt loud and bold. I started an Asymmetrical Hunters Star in black, gray and white with red accents over a year ago with this marriage in mind. I’ve got to work fast to get the top done and find a quilter who can fit it into their busy schedule. I have most of the pieces cut for the Hunters Star. Now I have to clear my design wall so I can get busy.
I have not Blogged in almost a year. I have had people poke me to remind me of this and ask for more. I have been prodded by others who ask me why I haven’t posted what’s going on in my quilting studio (aka kitchen, dining room, living room, my daughter’s old room, the rec-room, and garage – you know all of the places you can find my stash and quilting supplies). I have been sewing, quilting, volunteering in groups that sew and quilt, and have gone back to teaching sewing and quilting. I’ve had many ideas of what to share but have not sat down to capture those brilliant moments before they disappear.
Over the last couple of months a friend of mine has invited me to join her in several challenges. There have been three challenges cast out to me by her in less than a week. And each time I said “Yes”. So what’s going on in my brain that causes me to jump at a challenge and not a poke or prod? A poke is nice but not exciting. A prod makes me feel guilty and slows me down. But when I hear or see the word “challenge” the creative part of my brain gets over stimulated. This over stimulation turns off the logical part of my brain that holds my schedules and commitments. It also sends a surge of endorphins into my pleasure zone. It’s not until after I have committed and the endorphins have lost their spark, when the logical part of my brain kicks in. I have other commitments on the calendar, and now my integrity is at issue. My creative side will justify my “yes” to my logical side and I have to get creative with my time and schedules so every promise is met.
I have been challenging myself to post more on Facebook, real posts not just commenting on someone else’s posts. I’m better at reposting a post I find amusing. I am a member of several groups on Facebook and I post there from time to time. If I want others to know what I’m up to in my life I share with them face to face or over the phone. Social media feels like shouting into the wind.
Now that this has been said I am declaring a new challenge. I challenge myself to posting real stuff in my blog and on Facebook at least once per month. My creative and logical sides are in agreement. “Yes”.