It’s been crazy and fun and exhausting around here. I’m assembling my Craftsy workshop quilt that Amy Smart designed, called “hopscotch.” I thought that was an interesting name considering what’s going on around home.
I’ve been keeping my head down with my quilting so that I don’t lose my mind. Yesterday I took off and drove up the highway to a new fabric shop where I picked out an awesome pair of jelly rolls and layer cakes–enough for two quilts I’ve been meaning to get to.
Bronwen and I spent our first ever night alone on Tuesday. My husband had traveled to the mainland to a job interview. “So what?” you ask. Well, this is big because in the past I never would have had the emotional energy to take that on. We went to the splash park, ate Mickey D’s, and read stories.
Bronwen graduated from preschool last week! The kids sang songs for us and wore amazing paper mortar board hats. The teachers (miss Dianne is standing and miss Mary Helen sitting) wrote sweet little grad blurbs about each child and gave out even cuter diplomas. I am no crier but man that was the height of cuteness!
I’m in love with this month’s Sugar block! It is called “teach.” The quilt is “hopscotch” and the block is “teach.” How schoolish. I feel like I’ve done a ton of schooling since moving to this island 12 years ago. I got two degrees, a husband and a daughter. I also got post partum depression, PTSD, worsened borderline personality disorder, committed two suicide attempts which resulted in lengthy hospitalizations–all of which schooled me.
The quilt below is called “granny squares”. It’s a pattern from Amy Gibson’s “twisted Irish chain” class. It was an anal retentive pattern that required a lot if organizing, but it was worth it. I had fun making a biased border for the edging! Never tried that before!
So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m desperately (feverishly, really) trying to keep quilting to keep my disorders at bay and prevent anxiety attacks and depression. I haven’t had one in over a year and I intend to keep gaining more time between the last one and the present. My husband told me that’s what allows him to be supportive of this expensive hobby. If it means I’m not hoarding pills to overdose on, he can handle it. Now if only one of the damned jobs he’s applied to would pan out!!
Wish us luck!