Wednesday, May 31, 2006
I changed jobs in April 2005. It was a really tough choice. It was one of those decisions you make because it was the right thing to do--- not because it was something you wanted to do. I was sad. I was lonely. For the life of me, I couldn't understand why I couldn't shake it. May was the longest month in history. But June rolled around and things got a little better. I started fitting in, getting a routine down. July 4th came and I realized I hadn't even decorated for the season. I had just been out of it. Well, I decided no one would know the difference,so on July 6th, I pulled out this quilt above, I got out my red,white and blue dishes, and filled the house with other patriotic treasures and never looked back.
I promised I wasn't going to waste time feeling sorry for myself ever again. The job change was the right thing to do. Everytime I look at this quilt, this is what I remember.
My favorite coffee cup. Don gave it to me one Christmas. Everyone in the house knows not to mess with Mom's 'Quilt cup'. Every once in a while my daughter takes it to use. She says she does it to mess with me, but deep down, I think it's she likes it too.