Queen of Rambles

I had high hopes of taking a picture of every quilt I make. That’s not really too much of a dream. It’s not like I have to go out and hire a photographer to take a daguerreotype. For the past month I’ve been thinking that I need to take a picture of the baby quilt I made for my newest little cousin. Today? I packed it up in a box and mailed it off to said little cousin. No picture! Grrrr! I think it must have been my subconscious that made me do it. It was my standard baby design, but I didn’t like the fabrics all that well. It was not easy finding bright colors in the middle of winter.

Now I have at least three more baby quilts to make, one of which I totally DO NOT want to make. My other cousin is having another baby and I am just so not in the mood to expend energy on a quilt for them. Total strangers on the Internet? Yes. My own flesh and blood? No. I guess it’s because I just don’t think they would appreciate it or take care of it. I might not do it, but then I’ll feel guilty forever if I don’t, so I guess I will. I hope they have a little boy because if they do they will name it after my grandad Cass. My cousin is very into this whole male family honor thing. I think it’s because his parents divorced when he was only three and his younger brother died when he was just six so he really longs for family connections. He’s had a sad little life, but now that we’re both 30 it’s hard for me to feel sorry for him. I’ve gotten over the wrongs of my childhood. Shouldn’t every one else?

I’m so happy for my other cousin, the one who this latest quilt is for. I had to stop working on the quilt for quite a while, because the baby was born very early and for a while it was very touch and go and he didn’t seem likely to survive. He’s home now and doing fantastic and everything is looking good, so he shall be getting his quilt next week if the postal guys do their jobs well.

I want to make baby quilts for about four other people and it’s heartbreaking that I can’t. Hopefully someday I’ll get the word and be able to frantically whip up a sweet little quilt.

Ok, enough rambling for a Saturday morning (or is it afternoon? Hard to tell it’s afternoon when I still have my “lounging” clothes on). Must go run errands, even if my throat has been possessed by a giant toad. I really hope I feel better on Monday! I’m supposed to sub for the first grade class that I did on Friday. I love those little guys, even if they do drive me nuts.

Speaking of first grade, you all should be very proud of me. One of the other first grade teachers at that school is having a baby and asked me to take her class for six weeks. I declined! And I didn’t feel guilty! No freakin’ way I could teach first grade for six whole weeks. I’d go insane. I need my ninth grade boring days to even out my high energy elementary days.

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