Being a loner, it takes time for me to be able to establish relationships with others. It's relatively easy on "paper" or the written word. I normally sit back and wait until someone approaches me. Nowadays, I'm trying to learn to be the initiator. My mind is constantly rambling and whirling as i socialize with people. Just like it does when i try to cipher what it is that i want to create. Acutally a bit like this quilt that I created several years ago inspired by a pattern in a book by Jan Krentz, "Lone Star Quilts and Beyond".
To pull out what is within the tornado like turmoil constantly blowing around in my head. If i could totally detach myself from external influences, i can soar so much further. OK maudlin, you say. perhaps so. A bit of braggart you say. To think that i would place myself in that stratosphere. I'm told that more than a bit of bravado is needed to succeed. As if those artists i might come into contact with, might actually accept me into their world. You've just got to try, get out there, i keep telling myself. There i go again, back and forth, back and forth . . . . sorry . . . those tornados are really whipping up the dust today.
I may have mentioned that one of my interests is in photography. If you haven't noticed, my photography is lacking a great deal of skill and talent. Blurry/fuzzy is not what i intend to show you. I want to post pictures on my blog for you to see. I'll keep working on it. Just so you know, it is the photography of others over which i drool. That's another of my wanna-bees, maybe one day i'll sign up for photography classes. A girl can dream on her own blog can't she? And while i'm dreaming, how about a private concert by the likes of Van Morrison or Eric Clapton. And while we're dreaming, let's go all the way, how about being able to sing like Eva Cassidy, Diana Krall or Joni Mitchell, just to name a few. I digress, sorry.
Back on task, i guess i should finish up by telling you this: believe it or not, the same childhood friend who used to call me mousey mary, went to camp one summer and told everyone that her name was Mary. Unfortunately, she became ill right after she arrived and the camp counselor had to phone her mom to let her know that "Mary" was very sick. Her mother responded that she didn't have a daughter named Mary. After much confusion, the situation was finally resolved, my friend recovered quickly from the "bug", and her mother laughingly related the episode to everyone. Turns out her mother had always kept saying to her as she was growing up, "why can't you be more like Mary?" So she went to camp and tried to become Mary. Years later, this friend confided to me that she always thought that i would become a famous songstress or artist. I was stunned. I always thought that she would become the famous one, she was one with brains, the talent and the beauty. And then I hear that she acutally thought I could be something. As if i could ever become as wonderful as she was. Dang, she was in the same boat as all the other females growing up in the 1950's south. She was just bluffing her way through it much better than i. Neither of us have yet to become famous. Content is good enough for me so far.
OK, that's out of my system, let's get back to reality. Just to keep you updated on the progress of my grandpuppy's portrait, here's the current status, pins and all. She is to be totally pieced - no applique this time. I'm also still thinking about incorporating a/some appropriate traditional quilt blocks somewhere in there. Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. A perfect marriage.
