Sunday, November 29, 2009


sewing room
Originally uploaded by Rickrack and Ribbons.
My time for blogging is very limited. My time in general is very taxed. My ability to manage said time is poor at best. This fall I took two classes instead of one. Since these classes are condensed it is like having a full load for a normal college student. I also have my job, which oddly enough demands that I be there every day. Then I have my family who needs to be fed, and have their clothes laundered not to mention a bit of my precious commodity of time to enjoy, nurture, defuse them.

Me I need a creative fix; I am jonessssss-en for it. I crave it, require it along with my daily vitamins and the occasional chocolate bar (ha, I said occasional). So I lurk. I am a lurker. Lurkey lurkey loo, that is what I do. That side bar over there with the many great blogs, along with the ones that I have in my search bar- I get a fix from them. It is a band-aid to my bleeding creative side. Time to create is the medicine but right now, the time cost is too expensive. So, I live that part of me vicariously through the creativity of others. In the mean time I pop in here now and again, until summer that is, or until the demands of my time recede.

I just want to say thanks for that! To all of you incredibly creative people whom I have never met but truely admire!

Saturday, November 21, 2009


I am a parent. I am a parent of a senior in High School. When my youngest children (twins) turned 7, they endered mid-childhood and I realized I had crossed over from young mother with young children to an older, ermm wiser, mother of older children. This signified the ending of a season of my life and not without mourning. Now my eldest will graduate this year.

Having a high school senior is like reading the end of a long beloved book. Things finish, they conclude constantly. There is the next book to look forward to yet you have to let go of the one you have gotten to know so well.

Volleyball has been in our lives for a very long time. Lilli has worked and sweated and cried over her losses and her gains. She like so many other girls work and work for their senior season. This is the season that they shine. All their learning and strength and maturity intertwines in this year. They emerge strong and talented. My Lilli is no exception. She shined, she sparkled and she played like a champion.

Her coach was a big part of that growth. So to thank her for all she had done for Lilli and the team I made her a quilt.

This is the first quilt that I have ever quilted myself and I even did a little free form. We had all the senior players sign a block and presented the quilt to her on awards night. The center block and the block on the back are from their team t-shirts. All the parents and fans of the players also had these shirts to wear to games.

The ending of this particular season was sad, or maybe I should say bitter-sweet. Not only was it the last high school volleyball season, it signifies the ending of another season of both our lives. Endings that have to occur to open the way for the new seasons to begin.
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