Still nothing on the quilt front, but I have gotten this in the works..... I still have alot of stuff to do to it, but it is a start.
What brought me to this? I put out 30+ applications last month and got one whole interview out of it. I had the interview last Thursday and got my rejection letter on Monday. Everyone I have applied to is 1) on a hiring freeze, 2) too far to warrant driving that far and making a profit on my paycheck, or 3) so entry level that I am "over qualified" to work at.
So, instead of giving up, I am rearranging. Myself that is. It is a slow, frustrating, labor intensive process, but it's moving along.
You may be asking..."What about the quilt classes?" Nobody has the money. Well, some do, but not enough to warrant the time and resources that goes into putting a class together for me right now. Yes, I have a mega stash (I won't even front on that one), several sewing machines, all the supplies to go with it, and a vast imagination. But, I don't have the cash. Not begging or crying here. Just stating a fact.
I DO have (finally, thanks to the settlement that I got from un-named-company-that-I-worked-for-in-the-past-that-also-got-us-to-Oregon-thank-you-very-much) the digital camera that will give people the impression that I know what I am doing (lol....even with all the talent in the world, it doesn't look impressive when you show up with a point and shoot...perception is everything), a laptop, and 25 years worth of experience. And, from what I can tell, a unique outlook on things. Not tooting my own horn here, but then again maybe. I hate boasting. But sometimes it is okay to say that you are good at something.
Long story short...I am making the best of my circumstances.
Oh, and I had a little chit chat with the neighbor downstairs. Seems he is willing to share his yard to grow a garden. AWESOME!!!! I was drooling over the space and sunlight that he gets. We are going to build some raised planters, gather seeds and soil, surf freecyclesalem, and reap the benefits of cooperation;) Good stuff;)
I guess the point of my post is that quilting, and my life experiences (aka hard times) have led me to be a bit more creative, resourceful, and open minded than I might have been. Whenever I get to the point where I am feeling "less than privileged" I recall the stories and lives of women in eras gone by. Washboards, buckboards. Traveling over sea and land to make a dream and a life come true. Making do with what was on hand or that could be gathered from the lands that surrounded, and separated, them.
If I have learned anything from this second recession in my adulthood it is that I can survive. And do so well. I can do it if I remind myself that my needs are met, my wantings are few, and that I am surrounded by people that I love and love me back. I have a circle of friends that understand, but do not pander or pity me.
Life is good.