I’m running late on blogposting today. I’d like to say it’s because I slept in, woke up at a leisurely pace, and am still in my pajamas, wandering a quiet house, wondering how to spend all my free time (snort), but none of that is true. What IS true is that the dog kept me awake a good chunk of the night and morning, I got up and showered, had guacamole and chips for breakfast, and went to a sleep apnea appointment, so my doc could try to blame my inability to sleep on something in my nose/brain/whatever instead of admitting that I’m a shitty sleeper genetically.
I put the sleep apnea device box on the bed, so I’ll remember to put the damn device on tonight. Kitten was perturbed.
Yesterday, I managed to get my taxes done (hooray! but not in time to pay my property taxes, dammit) and go through all the camping equipment we have, so we could figure out what we’re missing. Calli hasn’t been to Grandma and Grandpa’s for a while. Grandpa throws her the ball on a nice flat lawn…
She’s an old lady. I stitched horizontal grass down…I will need to go through my stuff and make sure I have enough of this stitched down and prepped for the trip.
Can’t have nothing in my hands…that’s crazy.
Then I came in the studio, laid out the first 100 pieces of the new quilt, and started ironing…
I’m done with the first 250 or so pieces…
And everyone is flipping out over a penis. Seriously. No comments on blue pubic hair? Alright then.
My goal is to finish ironing today. Yes. Today. No, I didn’t grade anything yesterday. Whatever. My priorities are fine.
I also picked the last three quilts up yesterday from the photographer…
This is BirdFoot, which was started in 2007 and sat around as a top for a really long time. It’s done now.
Climate Goddess, which was started last June and then was filler in between a bunch of other things, until it was finished last month…
And the commission piece, which draws from the climate piece, but was commissioned by the mom of a scoliosis surgery teenager. Its title is She Was Given to Us Perfect, from a poem the mom sent me.
I think I’ll write more about the commission later this week, when I’m more awake and less worried about getting this next one done, but it was an enjoyable and different experience. It’s the largest commission I’ve done, but it was positive.
With that, I need to iron like the WIND. Or something. The HOT WIND. There we go. More tomorrow. After I’ve slept with that machine. Or not slept. However that goes.
*Adam Ant, Desperate but Not Serious
Kathy Nida 