Contrive Jovian Suffrage

Disregard everything I said in my last post. I went to Sylvia's for lunch but took a package of smoked salmon because the ricotta fritters just weren't as good as the last batch made with fresh ricotta. Sylvia had sherry and Mac brought sandwiches and his father, who was very much like what I wish my own dad had turned into- he had a great sense of humor and was very engaging and interested in spite of his advanced age. Loved it that he called all of us 'young women' when two of us were approaching 70! Rhoda made a statement to the effect that she has done everyitng in the quilt world she ever wanted to do so didn't feel the pressure any longer to keep at it with the same diligence. This naturally prompted a discussion and it seems all of us are in the same place about this. Seems that after 30 years of stitching that the thrill is gone, the competitive bones have been broken, and the territory we wanted to cover has been trodden. So, now what? Sort of a quilting menopause is happening.

Now we are free to do or NOT do. We don't have to work to deadlines or specifics to get into shows. We don't feel the guilt when we aren't the first volunteer to hang a show or take on a responsibility or fill a gap. We don't need to be on committees and boards any more. No one is counting, no one is keeping track and we have all finished the race in the leading pack. Whew. Kinda scarey.

The review of my show on Art Quilt Reviews has been cancelled so as not to present a conflict of interest (so I won't bother to link every time, just to new reviews- see the link yesterday or the day before if you want). I fortunately saved a copy and will mail it off to anybody who shows remote interest while I have the stone cutter finish chipping it into the granite slab I ordered.


And I am one skein into that silk scarf already, knitting late into the night. I love the drop stitch- probably because doing them on purpose and not having to FIX them is such a novelty. Actually I am not thrilled with the choice of silk for this because the strand is made up of a whole bunch of very think fibers plied together, then when the ladder forms from the drops titch it looks great for six minutes until all the little fibers start to separate from each other. So, next time- the Famous Next Time- I would use a more strongly plied yarn, and something fuzzy would be nice, maybe alpaca.

And after much trying things out, I bit the bullet and went to the copy shop today to get a large deer image for the Buck piece. TWENTY SEVEN PAGES later I finally got it together, but for some copier-reason I don't understand, I still have a hole in the middle. So, tomorrow I can get the tablecloth rotated and the drawing redone to cover the big yellow spots I hadn't noticed in my dim artificial lighting! Working with other people's throw outs has some drawbacks.

I lost yesterday completely because I was at the dentist getting one crown installed and another crowned molar replaced. Seems like the doc had used some indestructable metal the first time around because it took over an hour of drilling to disengage it from my head. Which kicked off my TMJ. Whatever he used to numb me kept wearing off so I had six shots in all to keep me in sitting in the seat. Damn, I have sent this guy to Rome this fall with a girlfriend, have paid for two of his divorces, and there is no end in sight. Anyway, I spent the evening feeling sorry for myself and being very sore in the jaw department. The re-installation won't be a big deal in a few weeks, but I sure paid bigtime this trip. Oh, and one more thing: these are not my teeth.

And here is the last thing for now- today I packed up the Hello Kitty wallet full of Chinese babies and sent it off to the doctor's office that was listed on the appointment card in the wallet- told them the story and that it is probably their patient that kept the appointment- seems to me it would be easy for them to look up who was there on that date, right? And then to mail the wallet back to the patient. Who knows, maybe we will surprise a nice black family with a wallet of Chinese babies next! Would love to follow this, but I have done all I can to rectify AirTrans baggage handlers. If the world wants me to know where this stands, they will get back to me. Guess it's all up to the doctor's office staff now. Sigh.

(Thursday note: I just corrected a bunch of fat-finger typos! I REALLY do use spell-check but I guess the Blogger spell-check program was put together by non-English speakers!)