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motivationI feel as though someone has taken the cord from my motivational outlet and done away with it. And I don’t much care. Have you ever had a day such as this? Yeah, I got my work done at work. Money was counted, disbursed to the correct accounts, and emails were appropriately dealt with, but now that I’ve returned home…I’ve got nothing else to give. Nothing. Then you have this dark thing going on outside, happening early than usual. Like it’s dark at 5:30 now. I used to like this when I was younger, but now it’s as though the day has come to a close and I wait for sleep. But, no….I’ve still got 4 to 5 hours of time left to be productive. Yet I can’t. Because it’s dark!

I didn’t blog about it, but my beloved Walter died last week. Almost to the day. Walter was our family dog. A beautiful Weimaraner with gray eyes and grand stature. I picked him out of a litter of girls. He was about 5 months old…the same age as my daughter at the time. He was wearing purple nail polish on one of his nails, in order to tell him apart from the others. I was drawn to him the very moment I saw him and named him on the way home. Home…that’s when the fun began. Within a couple months, his head swelled twice the size it should be. After we got medication for this, he went lame. We stuck this out a few weeks, until he spontaneously walked again, and eventually fell into the river from the pier…in the dead of winter. What a fiasco it was with Walter. But slowly he got better, and drier, and the rest of his life was bliss. Until last summer when he was slow to walk, again. There was something going on with his legs and it only became worse. In the end, I had to walk him outside holding him up with a towel wrapped around his torso. His back legs didn’t work anymore. It was very sad. I watched as his beautiful ghost eyes told me he was too tired to move anymore. So my husband took him to the hospital and left him there. I watched as they took him on a stretcher from the back of his van. I watched from a safe distance in my car, far away, and bawled my eyes out. That morning I told him my good-byes and wept in front of him. He knew. And it was time. 13.5 years wasn’t long enough. 😦

Who is sick of politics, raise their hand!! I will be so happy when it’s over. People will Facebook others, encouraging them to vote. But what they really mean is to vote for who they want to win. If not, keep your sorry butt from going to the polls. I mean, really. And I’m super sick of all the stupidity out there. Of course whoever isn’t voting for your person, you automatically think they’re ignorant. It’s the most bizarre presidential election I’ve ever been witness to. Crazy!

I almost bought another plant this weekend. Poor thing was on the distressed rack for cheap. And it wasn’t half bad. I put it in my buggy, picked out a pot, and rode that thing around for awhile. Then I drove it back to the distressed rack and put it back. I don’t need another house plant, I declared to myself. I can’t keep up with the ones I’ve got. They drive me crazy. When did I fertilize last? Why is that one looking yellow? I’ve got enough to deal with. Oh yeah…I did buy a little one. I selectively forgot about that one. My kids made fun of it when I put it in the drink holder. Poor little guy was a dollar. It doesn’t like light, but drinks a lot. Kind of like my daughter! (I always get after her for not putting open her window shades and refilling the water pitcher).

As I finish my post, I still don’t feel any motivation reaching out to me. I look around at all that I could get done….and nothing. Maybe tomorrow. 🙂

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Confessions of A Fabric Hoarder

12733968314_62fe646bf8_zLike candy for my eyes. No, it’s not a picture of my stash. Unfortunately, I have a bit more. But, isn’t it pretty? Oh, the possibilities! And, there is more people like me out there. (thank goodness!)

I’m sure everyone has something they collect. It’s crazy what draws people; cars, bugs, coins, spoons… you name it, we can find someone who has about fifty of them. Well, maybe not cars. Not all at once, anyway.

I read quilt patterns like a novel. I can sit in bed at night and marvel at foundation piecing, embroidery hangings, and how-to’s. There is so many I want to try, but so little time. And, my biggest problem is that once I make a block and tackle the complexity of it, I want to move on without finishing the entire piece. A problem I’m working on!

Because of my short term memory, I can go into my quilt room and find tops I actually finished and they can seem new to me:) But, back to fabric hoarding…I find myself always toggling between an online fabric shop and whatever else I’m doing. Am I the only one who shops, putting things in carts, then deleting the spree? But, it’s so much fun adding the items. Anyway, like I have the two hundred dollars stored in a whatever-I-want account. Occasionally, on my birthday or some other holiday that I’m supposed to get something, I process the cart. (then I tell my boyfriend I’ve got the gift thing covered! And inform him to just take the package from the mailman and wrap it before I see inside it). But, when it’s not an occasion where I’m supposed to be getting something, I wait in the bushes to collect the booty from the UPS guy, store it in the back of my car and wait until night fall to bring it in the house. Then I carry it to my closet and rip it open quietly. I smell it, touch each piece, then store it on the shelf for viewing. Later, when I’m sure no one is home, I sneak it downstairs and place it with all the other cuts. Yay! A new friend for all the others:) One day I’m going to make all of my pieces into one big thing! That’ll be the day:)

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