This morning was all about cleaning up the play room a little while the little ladies played with one of these great coloring books in which you fill in the part of the form that is missing. As I cleaned I had irritation at the color of the walls and the yucky old white carpets in that room. But, all good things (new paint, new flooring) come in time. And honestly, being irritated at the color of walls and floors seems so silly. Doesn't it? Here's how I know that:
Yesterday as I was about to cross a busy street with my younger daughter, I very consciously stopped for about 2 seconds just after my light turned green. Before stepping off the curb, I thought...be careful. Look in all directions. I did just that, and then holding the little hand of my four-year-old, moved off the sidewalk and forward into the street. Just then, a red car ran the red light and screamed by right in front of us at about 40 miles an hour. There was no way I could have seen him, he was coming so fast. If I had walked out a few seconds earlier...... Well.
So. The color of the walls doesn't matter. Most things don't matter. You find that out very quickly when you almost get mowed down by a car running a red light. I cried for about an hour after that happened and squeezed the hand of my little one ever-so-tightly. It really shook me to my core.
Anyway. On to the Now. Because that's all one can (and should) do. Girls playroom and trying to organize the mayhem. At some point back to the sewing machine. As I wait for the free-motion quilting foot, I mess around with straight line quilting. This learning curve goes up like Half Dome. I remind myself to be patient.
I tried to make this stuffed animal last night. (Everyone who is anyone is making it.) Never made a stuffed animal before. Mine looks great if you like a demented looking cat with one of the legs coming out of the vagina area. (Hey- we know it's a girl cat, she is called "mama" and has a dress on, so we can then assume she would have a vagina.) Really though, the leg coming out of the crotch was one of the more in tact parts of her. It only gets worse from there. Much worse. I will show it to you, someday, maybe, when I have a better one to compare it to. I just can't do it now.
The only reason I didn't sob over my cat last night and feel like a complete loser is because I was still around to make it. If I had been hit by a speeding car, I couldn't have made a cat with one leg coming out of the crotch. And I wouldn't be here today to try with all my might to get that cat a little more anatomically accurate.