she grew up.
This year my daughter is in her final year of school. By this time next year she will have launched herself into the world.
Like all well adjusted, studious, hard-working students in their final year her thoughts are firmly focussed on…
the end of year formal.
She is already considering what she should wear. Some people are already deciding who should be their partner, but she hasn’t told me that she is worrying about that. (She hasn’t told me.) My daughter is a beautiful girl – petite in a way that I never was, olive toned in a way that I could never be, confident in a way that took me many years to learn. She is probably what I would have yearned to be in those years before I decided that I was pretty happy just being me.
Today she and my sister went frock shopping, well browsing actually. Just to see what is out there, she what suits her and what she might like. Of course they took the camera. Look at these results
This colour and fabric look just beautiful, but she was worried that she might have to spend a lot of time making adjustments to maintain her dignity – either that or invest in some heavy-duty skin-friendly double-sided tape.
This one was her favourite design. It was comfortable and showed her off nicely, but the colour is not quite right for her. It only costs $995.00. (CHOKE) I doubt very much that my car would fetch that much on the open market! I don’t know why she would want a dress for that price when I can find treasures like this online for less than $500.00. Surely the gold wonderwoman look is fashionable!!
It is going to be a long year!
PS My children are regular readers of my blog. They laugh and mock me mercilessly. Their heads grow bigger with each nice comment that you make about them. They think that they are inside my head and can work out how I think. Like a good and balanced parent, from time to time I need to cause them embarrassment. It is my responsiblity as a parent of teenage children.
On Saturday my son’s team played in the junior futsal (indoor soccer) grand final. The teams were very evenly matched. They went goal for goal and both goalies managed to stop lots of attempts. At times the play was very tense.
The game was drawn at full-time and went into extra time before a member of my son’s team kicked the final golden goal. They were awarded bronze medals for being the top of the table and gold medals for winning the grand final. Here is a very sweaty victor. (Be glad that you didn’t have to drive home in the car with him!)
I have shown very little quilting content lately. This is not because I have been neglecting sewing or showing the results. I have been doing some secret stuff. One is a magazine comission which will be published in July and the other is a competition piece. I am experimenting with quilting my backgrounds before I add applique.
I am pleased with this quilting and haven’t quite decided if pre-quilting is something I will continuw to pursue. It has its pros and cons in the final result. I like that I have unbroken lines like topography lines across the fabric. I have used hand-dyed fabrics on a black background, which gives a dynamic result, but I’ll show you after I have entered it into the competition. I am also quilting with metallic thread. I love the glitz that it gives, but I hate having to deal with metallic threads, they do not behave!
I am still eagerly awaiting my new quilting machine and have pulled apart and re-ogranised my studio in anticipation of its arrival.
This week’s song is by special request for my sister Sussanah, who really should get her own blog! Nutmeg recently had a quote from Tom Hodgkinson’s How To Be Free on her blog which was commenting the inability to find happiness through consumerism. This song has a similar theme. It is questioning the hollow nature of the consumer society. I love a song with a political statement or one with lyrics that read like poetry. I especially love these lines:
I wanna be better than oxygen
So you can breathe when you’re drowning and weak in the knees
I wanna speak louder than Ritalin
For all the children who think that they’ve got a disease
I wanna be cooler than t.v.
For all the kids that are wondering what they are going to be
We can be stronger than bombs
If you’re singing along and you know that you really believe
We can be richer than industry
As long as we know that there’s things that we don’t really need
We can speak louder than ignorance
Cause we speak in silence every time our eyes meet
Last time I left you a song Nutmeg commented that the singer looked too young and made her feel old. Sorry this is a young guy too, but his words are wise beyond his years. Hope you enjoy it.
Something weird is happening with blogger formatting. On my screen there are spaces between paragraphs that don’t appear here. Sorry if it’s hard to read.
I truly do love children. Especially in those early years of schooling, when they are curious, talkative creatures with a lust for life. I can talk with children for the longest time. I love to understand what they are thinking, how they view the world. I am very patient and would hate to make a child feel embarrassed or humiliate them in any way. I know how fragile ego can be and how essential ego is to level-headed adults.
This is a conversation I had this week with my niece who is in her first year of formal schooling. She is five.
I couldn’t eat my sandwich at lunch time today, Tracey.
Really? Why not?
It was too soggy.
How did it get soggy?
It had water on it.
How did it get water on it?
Someone accidentally flicked their yoghurt onto it, so I washed it under that tap.
Well, that would make it soggy.
I think there’s a lesson in that for all of us!!
I have had an email from Kerry asking if I have any patterns for quilts which could be made for a young girl. I don’t have a website Kerry, but I have posted three of my designs here. Each is available as a pattern for $15.40AUD plus $1.00 postage. Let me know if any of them appeal to you.
I have a header (sing that line)
I have a header.
Thanks Brenda. I started with your information and added a bit and now…
I have a header!
Can you see it? Aunty Evil says she can’t. Please say you can. It looks beautiful on my computer.