My family and I enjoyed a wonderful holiday together, and we’re still waiting on Lil’ Sis’ arrival. In the meantime, I’ve slapped another quilt top on the wall, and will attempt to sew it into a cohesive whole over the next few days. These fabrics have been waiting for me, good thing inanimate objects are patient, lol.
Over the last several days I’ve had time to consider blessings, of which there are many. I’ve pondered how being a grandmother is truly the main focus of my present existence, yet other passions remain; I managed to read through three chapters of The Hawk Part 12 this morning, with the intent to possibly release that section before the end of the year. Writing might not be doable, but I will always be an author, hehehe.
Then there is the sewing…. Leftover squares from the current cotton WIP will turn into placemats for my husband and I to admire and use as Advent approaches. I need to fashion a binding for a baby quilt, then attach said binding and get that comforter and burp cloths into the post. I’d like to make a Christmas placemat for Lil’ Sis, not that she’ll be using it anytime soon, but extras of the same prints employed for the rest of her family are sitting behind my monitor, and I should do something constructive with them before they are buried under other projects. I had to do some serious clearing of my computer table when The Burrito visited, this room where he slept at night. The holidays seem to be a good time for housecleaning, all sorts of tangible treasures discovered.
Yet a few intangible treats were unearthed, peace for my crafty soul to lie low while beloveds require my attentions. Yes, I have plenty to run under my sewing machine, chapters awaiting revisions, but these elements are no longer where I place the emphasis, especially at this time of year, even if the fabric WIP is a Christmas gift. Thanksgiving leads to Advent, a time of waiting and exercising patience, a most necessary lesson for yours truly. And maybe I’ve finally found some equilibrium in all the recent changes, many of them invisible to others, but rushing forcefully inside me. Perhaps the next project isn’t a quilt or novel, but merely another layer of myself emerging. Yes, my family is waiting for another to join us, but this abuela has also been reborn.
What a concept, my goodness! But I suppose with toddlers on the verge of becoming three-year-olds, grandmotherhood is truly upon me. Yet, as motherhood took on various forms, so will this role evolve, and I’m grateful for how I am being stretched. As Advent approaches, I will embrace the waiting, quietly going about those tasks placed in my hands. For as great is my imagination, in practical matters I work best when given clear direction. As the dust settles, I’m happy to follow where I am being led, cotton fibres and stray sentences in my wake.