Saturday, June 24, 2006

O.K., I’m going to take a couple of paragraphs to throw a fit and then I’ll get on with life. I had a really bad day. My sixteen year old daughter quit her job because they told her they needed her forty hours a week for the rest of the summer. Her Dad and I told her it was OK to quit, but find another job first. But she didn’t. It’s one of those butt your head into a brick wall decisions, one of life’s lessons she’s going to have to go through. She had a good job – no nights, no Sundays, and she blew it. I know I need to count my blessings, she not a smoker, drinker, and she doesn’t run around with bad kids. In the grand scheme of things it does not matter. But she quit a job, and she quit on bad terms. I’m so disappointed. Then her Dad and I fight with her, then we fight with each other, and everyone says things they don’t mean. It’s definitely been a war zone here today. But Don & I regrouped and as they say--- tomorrow is another day. Teenagers are tough.

Here’s the dumb part. What do I want to do for comfort? I want to go to a quilt store and spend money. I know it would make me feel better. But there’s nothing I need, Other than a book or two, there’s nothing I even want. But I know that would fix everything. The goal is to use up what I have and to save money. So I pull out the pattern below.

I decided when I not doing the handwork on my mother-in-law’s gift, this should really dig deep into the scrap pile. I have seen it made up and it’s beautiful.

I was hoeing away the weeds trying to clear my head today. I thought was another quilt on the ‘to-do list’. The quilt has angels on it and letters on the border say: “Save Room in the Garden for Angels to Dance”. Here’s a picture of my angels.

The little fenced in area in the middle is for perennials – tulips, daisies, etc., - the fence keeps Don from tilling it up. This is in the middle of the vegetable garden. If you don’t have things inside the 8 foot fence, deer eat it like crazy. The vine growing on the angel’s post is some kind of weed, but I liked it and left it… one person’s weeds, are another person’s roses…

Until tomorrow – Live up today.


Darlene - Dazed Quilter said...

Teenage girls can be a bit "trying" but I'm sure she's a delight. Hang in there!

Finn said...

Love the little fenced section and your garden angels...are they some that you made??

Send a big hug for dealing with daughters and "on the spot" decisions. They don't realize it impacts so many more than just them. It's a shame that wisdom comes with age and not with youth!!

Love the patterns. Kind of looks like a "take" on something like the Dear Jane blocks?? I think it would be wonderful in scraps!!

Patty said...

We have all made stupid choices in our lives and we learn from them. ITs the school of hard knocks. Teenage girls become normal again around age 22. I look at the journals I wrote when I was 16 and wonder how I survived. Teenagers live with the concept, everything turns out o.k. in the end. We are there to teach and train and we all need gardens to weed for stress relief during their learning years !

dot said...

Things will work out with your daughter. This too shall pass. The weed, it looks like wild morning glory. Get rid of it right away, it is nasty and hard to get rid of when you don't want it. It takes over everything.

Fiona said...

My daughter is 16 too - need I say more! Hope you can feel the vibes of comradeship crossing the ocean.
P.S. Guess what I am making for tea tonight?

Jeanne said...

{{{Hugs}}} for being a parent!

That piecing project looks intriguing. Scrappy is always good, and you can work along on all those different blocks bit by bit and not get bored for a long time.

The angels are charming!

Jeanne :)

Joanne said...

Sometimes experience is the best teacher! (Only, I think the teenagers don't learn from the experience -- the parent learns! vbg). Love the idea of working on the many block quilt whenever you need to destress. I've been thinking of doing a BOM that way --whenever I need to with no urgency to finish the quilt.

Cathi said...

Sorry that you had such a bad girls are 2 and 3 and I think I have it tough now, but people say it just gets a different kind of tougher as they grow up!

I'm really enjoying looking at your quilting projects and am hungry for stromboli now!

Sounds like things have improved...I say have some retail therapy...I need to do more of that myself!

Favorite Apron said...

My oldest is 16 - these are very trying times. It's not that they're bad and in trouble - it's just that they're what my friend calls "toddler adults." Big bodies, immature minds. Hang in there. It's all a grand experiment.