With invitations to go to 4 New Year's Eve parties (one which I was hosting) I hardly expected that I would spend Dec 31 playing RummiKub with my husband at 10:45.
It was not all bad. I did have my family around, who really suffered through listening to me go through 3 boxes of tissues and rounds of hacking coughs. And they did it with grace. I had innumerable cups of tea and more throat lozenges then I ever remember buying.
I had had plans to do some serious quilting at the farmhouse, but as my sewing room was in use as a bedroom for most of the time, I did some hand stitching I have been meaning to get to.
My college roommates and spouses were supposed to come for a few days at the end, but I was feeling so bad that I canceled a day before. On new years eve I sent Dave, with some appetizers I prepared, out to some other friends to celebrate and I stayed at home.
|2010 squares before I cut them up|
|2011 squares recombined on New Year's eve 2011|
I spent one evening when my family was out looking at the work of Dorothy Caldwell, whose work I love. With the miracle of the internet I was able to spend hours studying her work, seeing what others had to say about her work, and looking at some of her major exhibitions. What a treat. The sheer volume of her work was both inspirational as well as daunting. And truthfully it made me feel inadequate.... How could I hope to reach even a small percent of what she has accomplished. The net effect or seeing her body of work was a combination of inspiration and fear. And for a few days I kept thinking "why bother when you can never be as good as she is... "And then new years eve happened. Or maybe my medication wore off, and I got out of bed, decided to love Caldwell's work, be inspired by it, but not handcuffed. And it was that new years resolution that allowed me to cut up my silly crazy quilt squares, and just have fun.