Thursday, January 12, 2006
I can't believe I heard it come out of my mouth. There we were in our weekly meeting trying to work out a puedo-crisis (those are when the schedule/project screams to a halt because a person or persons who are usually not present failed to complete or communicate something)...Anyway the words came out. The little voice in the back of my head screamed, "you idiot." (the voice sounding a lot like Tonya) Before I could get my mouth to form a retraction my words echoed back..."you'll come in tomorrow! Thanks, it shouldn't take long."
Tomorrow was supposed to be a play day...tomorrow I was going to sleep-in, run to the museum to take pictures then stop by Fresh Market and buy all the food my husband hates so I can enjoy it while on retreat and not bother him. Tomorrow I was going to be a quilter...an artist...a camper...a late night pajama party participant where we read each others old quilters magazines and go "ahhhhh" over each others projects. What was I thinking...what makes me want to fix everything...I'm only supposed to be part-time (health reasons) but find myself the last one there on a regular basis.
I am determined not to let this kill my weekend. I'm going in wearing my jeans and my bright red quilting sweatshirt with pins in the cuff. I'm setting the alarm on my computer to play "Chain Gang" at it's loudest volume at 1100 hours and I'm not shutting it off until I'm on my way out the door!
Anyway, back to packing. My husband is in shock at the amount of boxes and bags that are piling into the Tuscon! I think he's hoping they all don't come back. We had a long discussion on why I'm bringing two sewing machines...silly man. He has two putters in his golf bag...does that make any more sense?
I've included a photo of one of my favorite antique quilts. It hangs in my guest bedroom and was purchased in Pennsylvania about 15 years ago. It is on my list of one's I'd like to replicate.