I have been looking for my quilting mojo. It seems hard to find at the moment, so I decided to just go ahead and make a quilt without it. Maybe it will find me in the process.
It started with a cherry and became a heart.
I like it a lot.
Unfortunately it causes my mind to drift off to that song of the early 90s. You know – a band with big hair, small pants comparing their true love to a cherry pie. A song my son plays on guitar hero far too often.
I looked for another cherry song as an antidote, but only found frozen strawberries.
The last two weeks have been lived in this household at a frantic pace. Jobs to do, plans to make, people to see. It has been an absolute roundabout in and out of the front door.
Philip has had to select his subjects for year 11 and 12. This involved meetings and interviews – no longer do you just tick a box to make your selections. Reference manuals of university offerings must be consulted, year 10 teachers have input and the whole family has to sign on the dotted line before his selections are accepted. Overall he is very pleased with his decisions and I am pleased that he will continue to study visual arts.
I have applied for a new job. This has meant writing to selection criteria, another involved process. I was short-listed and last week interviewed for the job. It was a teleconference interview, which is a bizarre experience. I sat alone in a conference room talking animatedly and knowledgably to people I could not see. After fifteen minutes of uninterrupted blather from me I asked if the three unseen interviewers required any further information or clarification, only to be told that they had everything they needed.
Amongst these main events the rest of our busy lives has continued without abate.
Is it any wonder that I find myself creating peace doves.