I worked from home today ...I just couldnot get my motors running this morning. I tried to return calls to my doctors for over two hours...I forget every one gets ill over the weekend and tries to get in on Monday morning. When I did make the connection I was able to get in to see my doctor this Friday...my triglycerides are sky high so we will need to re-evaluate the nutrition and medication profiles.
I received my notification from Quilt National by email...851 entries ...and only 85 accepted for preliminary photo presentation. I know I do not know what the jurors saw and after revisiting Quilt National 2011 catalog I know my work just does not fit in with the jurors cohesive exhibit. I congratulate all who are dancing with glee and know I will be seeing this exhibit next Fall. I am sure it will be a fantastic exhibit filled with surprises. They gave us a complimentary ticket to use when we come down to Athens. I still feel the sting of non-acceptance but when I look back ...I have sold every quilt that was submitted to Quilt National. I took the risk ...jumped off the abyss...and I will bounce back and continue my journey as keep my fingers busy quilting.
I found solace today in my kitchen. The weather is crisp and the nights are clear. I felt in the mood to bake some pumpkin muffins filled with walnuts and fresh blueberries! I also make a pot roast with a ton of garlic ....baked in a slow low oven. I made sauteed mushrooms in butter...real butter to mix into wavy whole grain noodles. Ken came home and made a fresh spinach salad with strawberries, blueberries, and tart blackberries with a light strawberry dressing on top. I love cooking comfort foods when the weather settles into long cool Fall evenings.
I am crocheting an edge on a rather boring beige sweater vest...using a variegated cotton floss to add a bit of details before I add mother of pearl buttons and crochet flowers for trim. Now I am sitting back down to quilt for the evening...my colorful cotton floss in a simple chain stitch...are coming to life as my fingers lose a sense of time. Tomorrow is a better day. Imagine and Live in Peace, Mary Helen Fernandez Stewart
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Oh my, the morning glory beauty! I miss mine this year, always had them but not in our new summer location. I want some of that salad!
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