My daughter is a pragmatic, practial girl. She is a lot like her father that way. It is a quality that I don’t always share.
She read my previous post when she came home from schoolies. She looked at me and said, “You don’t know who you are? You are Tracey. That’s all there is to it. You are Tracey.”
Of course I am. I should have realised.
Did I mention that she wants to study psychology at university? I think she’s made for it.
Thanks for your comments and emails. Up and at ’em!
(Oh, thanks to that person who found my blog by doing a search for ‘young, cool quilters’. You have made my day.)