Thursday, March 10, 2011
Today is Day one, of what you say? A lot of things, Day one of Lent, day one of pill reduction, day one of daily prayer, day one of sunshine after the rain, etc. Tuesday I had this overwhelming urge come over me telling me it was time to retire. I've thought about it but the message hadn't come through yet, until Tuesday. Maybe it is time to make a plan. After all, I will be 63 in 2 weeks. My goal would be to pare down my supplies and books, throw out the old and keep only the really new fabrics, etc. Pay off the credit card that keeps hanging over my head, stop the advertising except the bare minimum and just take what comes in. People call because they love me and my service and they are prior clients or referrals. So maybe I don't need to spend much on advertising anymore.
This thinking would not have happened had I not gotten back into quilting. I love it so much that it replaces the creative part of my job, decorating for clients. And there is plenty of sewing to do. On Saturday, there is a sewing meeting at a local church where the ladies meet and alter clothing to send to disabled soldiers and veterans. I won't go this Saturday but it is probably something I would do in the future. My quilting group that I joined is having their meeting tonight and I am going to try and make it. I'll probably be a little late as I am doing a table top demo from 3:00 to 6:00 at a cooking show an hour drive away. I think I will still make it. Yesterday afternoon I finished the small quilt I was making instead of working so more and more of that is what I want to do.
So, we will see. A few years back, my husband and I went on a mission trip to Peru with the rotary club. We were going to be building wheelchairs for disabled people out of spare parts and partial chairs. I took 2 duffle bags full of discontinued upholstery fabrics with me and they got me a sewing machine and I sat for 5 full days doing nothing but sewing. I covered foam seats, fashioned arm rests and head rests and anything else that needed doing. One girl I will never forget as long as I live. She was about 12 or 13 and she had a huge hump on her back. She also had epilepsy and she would have a seizure every 20 or 30 min. Her uncle had brought her and said she could only eat soup. These people were extremely poor and anything we did for them was a gift. Well, because of the hump, the guys had a huge piece of foam that had a hole cut into it to accomodate the hump. They handed it to me to cover. I just looked at the hole as if it were like setting a sleeve and before they knew it, they had a covered piece of foam with fabric neatly sewn into the hole. That was the last day and the next day was Saturday and we were to go shopping. Well, I was totally exhausted and woke up with nausea and vomiting so I spent the day in the hotel room sleeping and throwing up while everyone else played. My husband wanted to stay with me but I insisted he go and that I would be all right. That night, we got on the plane for home and I slept, thank goodness. It was an experience I will never forget.
Happy sewing. Later.