It’s called: Quilting is my addiction. I have not upgraded to “Pro” yet, in the blog or in the quilting.
It’s funny but when a person “makes a living” there is no annual income necessary. I suppose that’s because it can be pitiful!
As I told my son, “You’re an artist, that’s not the same as a loser…the rent is about the same though.”
An addiction is sometimes like a career without the dress code, no health insurance but you do make friends.
And there’s always a newsletter!
As a joke I get everyone to look miserable while I sit there and grin for the official birthday picture. We have done this for many years.
Right now I am getting ready for G.D.’s birthday. She’s my mom and she is turning 90.
I am her “house girl”. I have determined that “house girl” is the best description for what I do in relation to her because mostly I try to keep a smooth path in front of her. I try to get house work done when she is out. She goes to yoga, plays Bridge and has physiotherapy every week. If I do the housework when she is out she can’t try to wrestle the vacuum cleaner out of my hands to do it all herself. I have had to convince her I LOVE putting out her walker and bringing it in too because otherwise she would try to do it herself, which is crazy. She has osteoporosis and ataxia and has broken vertebrae. She is tiny, fragile and off balance. She also is blind in one eye and has limited vision in the other but she is also fiercely independent and proud. I would rather she think the house just doesn’t get very dirty naturally than bemoan the fact that more and more she has to rely on someone else.
Going to a resort (okay it’s still in Ontario, Canada, in NOVEMBER so we won’t be lying on the beach) is as much about giving me a break as it is an excuse for her to reconnect with old friends and relatives but I want her to have fun and enjoy the love and attention. .
The other day she told a woman that I had sent an invite to that she wasn’t looking forward to her party. I am hoping it was just her doing her Bette Davis impersonation that expresses boredom over what is her secret glee. Or that she didn’t hear what the woman said. I mean, she loves being the center of attention; she has to have a good time. I will cry if she hates it, seriously.
I’m SO excited to see how it turns out. When I get a picture I will post it here along with the website for the artist who machined quilted it for me.
I have started another on for my mother. It won’t be ready for her 90th birthday but hopefully by Xmas. I am having a hard time getting excited about it though, as it is all in blue and not the colour buzz I have gotten hooked on. It is a busy time right now getting ready for her party this month. We have people coming all the way from Auzzieland!
This is not mine. It is from Brandon Mably at a recent workshop he conducted. I love it!
Colour me crazy!