I must have been truly starved for creative time, because as soon as I got home from work on Friday –with two weeks vacation in front of me– I found a pattern I liked, pulled out my fabrics, and started cutting. No hand sewing for me this time. I needed some visible progress as soon as possible. So I sat at my sewing machine every free minute. After a week, this is what I have. All that’s left is to find some backing fabric, buy the batting, quilt it and bind it. I’m not sure how I’ll quilt it yet. Will I do it by hand or by machine? My inclination is to do it by hand, but that’s probably because I haven’t done much quilting on my machine before. But it might be nice to have it on my lap through the cold months as I stitch by hand. Then I won’t have to store it away so soon, where it will wait until next December to be pulled out and hung up by the front door.
I’m afraid to look at the date of the last time I posted. Having a job now –even though it’s only part-time– makes finding creative time at home a serious challenge, much to my disappointment and sadness. But I’m going to figure this thing out. I have to. It’s either that, or I have to quit my job, which I truly enjoy for the most part. Plus I will admit, making money again is really satisfying.
Last night was art group, and I sat and felt bad about not having anything to add or to share. But my friends talked with me about it –this “lack of time.” And we found that that is not entirely true. Rather, I have not claimed my evening time for myself, and that is what I have to do. My children are no longer so dependent on me, and yet I stand by, ready to assist at every query. What it needs to be is this: I have to reclaim my life and my time. I have to regain my independence from them!
I’ve been thinking of my mom a lot lately –what with the holidays coming up and the way my family is continuing the German traditions my parents kept in their home. My mother was amazingly productive: always knitting sweaters and socks, sewing everything from skirts to bathing suits to coats, quilting, cross-stitching, on top of cooking almost every night, keeping the home in order, working in the garden, and yes– working part-time. What better role model could I ask for? It is my turn to follow in her footsteps.
With that in mind, here’s a little tribute photo to her: a glass of wine, which she would sip at as she even found time to relax on the couch watching a PBS program or reading a magazine or book, and her favorite book of Weihnachtslieder, which I still use every Advent Sunday when we sing.
Here’s to you, Mom!