plodding

Mar
2010
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posted by Lily on quilts

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yup … that’s what I’m doing at the moment.  Here’s a wee confession – this last couple of weeks has seen some serious homesickness for Brisbane and my family and friends, lots of motherly worrry, and floods of tears – thank god for cold water, a washcloth and a bit of pretty lippy.

My time at the bookstore is an utter pleasure.  Walking through those doors three mornings a week fills me with a greatly needed sense of purpose and happiness.  In the evenings and those “other” four days – well, there’s a lot of plodding.  Being homesick, crying (when no one else is around), fretting and generally feeling sorry for oneself is really tiring.  Who’d have thought. I do have moments when I smile and laugh, chatter with Abby and Julian, put my best foot forward, so to speak.  But I’m having trouble focusing on those good bits.

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As for stitching – blah.  I have resurrected this small quilt from last year – I truly love it – the treacly yellows fill me with sweet warmth, and the crisp white yo-yos inspire me to dedicate myself to yo-yo making.  After finally finishing the handquilting, I decided that simply anchoring each yo-yo with a couple of stitches in the middle was completely inadequate.  Each yo-yo needs to be hand stitched around it’s perimeter (is that the right word – or should it be diameter?)  Let me tell you dear reader how ploddy this is.  Glory be – it takes stitchy plodding to new heights – or should that be depths.  But I do like how they sit nice and firm and flat after their surgery – otherwise they were literally twisting about and losing their centre.

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I’m a bit like a yo-yo with only a couple of stitches in the middle – how’s that for twee, homespun philosophising huh!  Yup, I’m here – newly attached to Melbourne.  I’m washing clothes, making beds, cooking dinners, shopping for food, cleaning bathrooms, vacuuming, hanging and folding washing, doing dishes, making lunches, ironing school uniforms, accepting invoices, serving customers, ordering books, alphabetising shelves (I seriously love this :-) putting away new stock, reading, dreaming, thinking … but I’m really a bit loose.  A bit out of shape.  Listen to this for alarming … on my days off, I’m too fretful and sad to put needle to fabric.  I sit and watch Miss Marple and Inspector Poirot.  And wait for Abby and Julian to come home.

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There you go … just like so many other people, I like to make my wee corner of the bloggy neighbourhood a spirited place of energy, good humour and prettiness.  I’m sorry it’s not today.  That’s just not what I have at hand.  Unlike the poor poor children I saw on television tonight in Haiti, I’m not missing a leg, I am surrounded by those I love, I have a home, food, clothing, employment and a future … nevertheless, in spite of my amazing privilege, security and good fortune, I’m really glum and lonesome at the moment.

So silly. I need to rediscover my joy at simply being here everyday, to find delight in what is in front of me, to give thanks for all that I have, to use all that lays about me.  Hmmm …. I’m not sure how to go about doing this.  Maybe it’s just one baby step at a time.  Here’s hoping …

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