It’s still Sunday here

I think that my time. (EST) is the right time and yet,  the blog day ends early in the Northeast and begins its accounting too early for my taste.   I don’t know what parallel is the guide and measure for this system, but it always makes me feel like I haven’t had a chance to fully experience the blog visits I deserve. Or, I wonder if my blog is just too boring.  That folks don’t find my projects and activities interesting.

I’ve been struggling to fit all the to-do’s into my days lately.  We have another quilt show this weekend, which has crept up on my work schedule.  I barely have a personal life in this quilt business, except that I work with my husband and  being together all day, blends work and personal into a two-for-one. When our daughter visited this weekend, it caused a tiny detour, but just keeping up, maybe the extra laundry, the extra show preparations, the class we hosted yesterday, make macro picture taking and blog journaling seem like monumental feats.

 

 

 

 

But without it, I am insulated in my fabric world to the point of tunnel vision.  I’m really trying to stay connected.

 

 

Maybe by tomorrow…

I’ll have something to show for the last few days of work.  I know it’s only two days since my last post, and last night was a night out with the girls and only some blurry photos of us flitting around Cathy’s kitchen, but I can’t forgive myself (I should) for not taking a macro shot or two, or finishing a project, even though I’m close. 

I did have a great encounter today with someone who is working in her Norwalk, CT neighborhood, to have women from different generations, come together through quilting.  They are using quilt-making as the bolt around which community conversation stirs positive experiences.  I so believe in this process and wish I could participate in some way.  At least our humble fabric will find its way into the quilt. 

One of my favorite parts of being in the shop is watching all these ideas being born.  

 

Paradox

Today is my day off. There was some serious unpacking at the shop.  I got everything organized for the next show.  The idea is that I will find everything easily when I need it, but there’s just too much stock to remember which bin I put it in.  Labels? Later. Then we rehung quilts, in new Spring-ier spots so that it looks bright and cheerful for the new – although not quite here – season.  We drove the wrong road to go to a favorite spot for lunch, and ended up back in town to eat. I thought an hour more would do it, but deliveries had been piled high on my desk and I couldn’t deal with another day of chaos. By five:fifteen I was on line at the post office, shipping a pattern, for half an hour and then home toting a folder of other pattern documents that I have to finish tonight. The best part is: I can walk home. So I looked down, as I climbed the small hill, noticing all the cool bits I could macro. Oh, took my macro shots  before I left this am and found one to submit for today .

 

Commitment

I have to stick to something when I commit, even if I don’t know what the date is, or how much else is in the way.  The beauty of it is that it forces me to stop wandering and start focusing.  I am focusing on focus, particularly macro, on my fairly familiar camera and extremely familiar objects that surround me.  I am renewing consciousness about it all.

We finished our second show in two weekends and I still am getting it done amid exhaustion.  We haven’t unpacked the car, however. Here are the result of focusing on what’s really important.

 

Happy Accidents

Because there is something mentioned in the 30 Day Macro Challenge about possibly learning a bit more about my camera, I started to play with the buttons.  I even took out the book and played some more with the buttons.  I am on some still recording feature and I am surprised but pleased with the results.  

I love the grid.  I have been loving it for so long, even before it took me to the quilt. Long story, but… I can’t seem to get away from it and when I see it, I love it more.  So mistake or not, I am happy with this accident. Thanks to the Orange Flower for the inspiration.

 

Feedsacks of memory

I love vintage fabric, especially it seems when it’s from the 40’s.  So I lucked out over the weekend, when a super vintage vendor was down the row from our booth. I got three pieces that will eventually make it into a project. Maybe I’ll make a macro shot of it for the Orange Flower April Challenge.