I’m back from Thailand with lots and lots to blog about:
New quilt projects on the go.
New blind dates qued up.
Lots of follow up on 101 items I checked off my list while away, not the least being licked by an elephant!
Happy belated 2009! Damn the uncertain times.
I had an epiphany tonight in the bathtub while reading the aforementioned “In The Meantime” and it was this:
I have been eating myself silly with self-pity for the last year.
Sure, sure I’ve been working out (except for the month of November when I fell off the fitness wagon completely), but I have also been stuffing my face with chocolate, hot chocolate, popcorn, candy, etc. Usually because I’ve been feeling sorry for myself for 1) feeling fat in the first place, but also for 2) being single — and not so much “being single” but feeling VERY unhappy about being single. Well, closer to the point, I’ve been feeling sorry for myself because I’ve been believing that I’m past my prime (I’m on the other side of 35 ya know), feeling bogged down by work and frustrated by the dating pool, and how I was also feeling thwarted with my career and like I’ve been left with nothing: as in NO personal life and NO big career leap forwards.
So I’m gonna stop stuffing my face because I feel sorry for myself. And I’m going to forgive myself for all the times I used food as a substitute.
Okay. So I’m gonna sound pretty cheesey, but…
I’ve been reading “In The Meantime” by Iyanla VanZant (go ahead, permission to gag), and I gotta tell you it’s really helping me to see my personal life (and even my professional life) in a new light.
2008 has NOT lived up to the promise made in every single Capricorn “year ahead” forecast I read. But that’s neither here nor there. The year is still not over and I feel like…
Well, I feel freshly scrubbed.
I’m tired of bitching about the crappy blind dates I’ve been on and I’m ready to admit the frustration starts with me. I need to adjust my attitude. Hopefully the quality of my future IJL blind dates will change for the better as a direct result.
I’m done with the alternative.
Will report back to let you know my progress.
I don’t think a (relatively) sane, somewhat together thirty-something woman is meant to be single. I just don’t. It seems to fly in the face of mother nature, and logic, and chaos theory. Doesn’t it?
I do not know what to do with my raging hormones. I just know that I cannot eat any more pizza, I am not willing to pick up some questionable one-night stand on Craigslist, and I am beyond bored with my vibrator.
I’m not saying I don’t have a life because I don’t have a man. I am saying that I do have a life, and I miss having a man to share it with. I miss the sizzle and verve of spending Sunday afternoons with a straight man who looks me squarely in the eye with a gleam in his while taking my hand in his with a plan to distract me from whatever it is I’m doing.
This celibate-not-by-choice lifestyle is making me brittle inside. I’m afraid joking about having a piece of coal where my heart should be is becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy.
What I am grateful for is that I do not have to humor anyone, or account for my comings and goings, or … or… or…
Okay, okay… Uncle.
Yes. Yes, dammit. Yes, if there is a Santa Claus out there or some fairy Godmother, then yes! I’d like to humor the right guy, and have him be an integral part of my comings and goings. And for once in my life, I would like it to be easy, and for the whole relationship to be cut from that mystical, magical cloth of “we met and it was like rolling down a hill – everything just kinda fell into place naturally.”
In a city of two million, he has to exist.
I’m making this Amy Butler ‘Birdie Sling’ Bag:
Using this Amy Butler fabric:
Amy Butler "Gothic Rose" and "Wall Flower" fabric
Will post photos of the end product!
I can’t wait to finish this:
The quilt is only half-way finished. Over the Labor Day weekend, I managed to finish all of the panels. It’s the first time I’ve sewn a nine-patch on point, and I seem to be taking the long way around. Over the weekend, I hung out with my close friend (her family’s cottage) and her mom, who taught me how to quilt. Every time I quilt with Mrs. H, I learn something new. Like I should have used starch to keep the white triangles from stretching.
Oh well. Whaddyagonna do? It’s only my third quilt.
Here’s a close up on the fabric:
I still need to cut and sew the sashes that go in between each long panel. I’m going to use the green fabrics and the sweet floral print. And I’m using the striped fabric for the outside sashing/border, which will then have another wide border in the white and I’ll use the raspberry gingham for the binding.
Last fabric close up. I promise!
I don’t have a name yet for my quilt. Mrs. H names all her quilts, so newbie that I am to this art, I’m following her example. The pattern is called “Little Sister” but that sounds too baby-ish. I’m thinking of “Pretty In Prep” ’cause as you can see, I have a fondness for the ol’ pink and green.
Seeing as how my schedule is in a bit of a lull, I’m going to finish the quilt front or face or whatever you call it this week. Then the hard work begins. Quilting! That I won’t do by hand. Way too hardcore for me. In the past I’ve given my (two) quilts to Mrs. H to machine quilt because she has one of those fancy long-armed machines. For my third quilt, I think it’s time I try my hand at machine quilting a diamond pattern all by myself.
I’ll post a photo of the finished quilt… but don’t hold your breath. At the rate I’m going, it could take another six months.
Some days I’m hard pressed to decide what I love more, frosting or fabric. Check out some of the new fat quarters I bought to make a scrappy quilt for my bedroom.
This fabric was my inspiration. I love the equestrian motif.
This is my other most favorite fabric from the lot:
Now all I need to do is find more cream, white, and dove grey fat quarters, and end up with about 50 different swatches in total to make a really scrappy quilt. Oh and I need to find the right pattern. I know I want the quilt to have a very soft, monochromatic look. Maybe I’ll try my hand at an Irish chain?
Pattern suggestions welcomed and wanted!