Often we think that our quilting is just a hobby, but I’m here this week to tell you that it is more than that. It is rehearsal for life.
Just the other day, I kiss my husband goodbye and send him off to the airport, then step outside on the back deck to breathe some fresh air, absorb some vitamin D, and appreciate the storm clouds building over the mountains. I’m glad to see it’s going to rain because it’s pretty hot right now. My bare feet are getting scorched on the hot planks.
I turn to go back inside and find that the slider has locked behind me. After checking the windows and finding them all closed tight, I give a “you hoo” to my neighbors, but no one is there to hear. This deck sits a mere 10-12 feet off the ground with no steps to get there. Also, the spot with the least distance between deck and ground happens to be the place where we have stored some extra landscaping rocks, and a bucket where we put bags of dog poop until the trash man comes. A sense of panic would like to rise up inside of me, but NO.
I stop and think, “What would Quilter’s do?”
The answer: I must save myself. I need to take stock of available resources and get creative: see what is in the stash, and find new uses for available items. I find chair cushions and drop them over the side on the spot that I determine is the best place to land. Unfortunately, cushions bounce. I manage to create a ring of cushions that will soften my landing as I fall over after hitting the ground. I climbed over the rail and hung from the lowest plank until I lost my grip. Apparently, I too, bounce when dropped from the deck. With some minor scrapes, a nasty gash on the ankle and a modest amount of swelling, I am earthbound once again.
Limping up to the front yard brings the new realization that I am still locked out of my own home. We had installed a new garage door opener the day before, but didn’t get around to programming the keypad. Damn procrastination!!
Once again, thinking like a quilter, I knew that sometimes you have to rip things apart and put them back together. I can’t give further details on how exactly to break into my house, except to say that, that particular option no longer exists.
I’m going back to my studio where there is nothing to break but a needle and thread.