Thanks so much for the very kind comments about my middling Mom-ness. I'm OK, really. I think I just wanted to share the depth of my neuroses. It's the damn sugared violet cake that I once saw Martha Stewart make for an 8yo's birthday that bubbles up in the back of my brain every time I get down on my Momming abilities.
But Martha has a staff.
Here's something in the SF Chronicle this morning. I have seldom, in memory, had the "my kid could do that!" moments others seem to when looking at modern art. This however...well. Those who quilt will know how I feel.
Credit: "Aftermath Remnants" (2006), handwoven fabric and crochet by Frances Trombly.
The article says it's art, and I will try to honor that.
The quilt show with my two quilts is this weekend. When I dropped mine off I got to see the pile for hanging and I'm thinking mine aren't quite going to fit in. The pile of perfect perfect machine quilted quilts made with novelty fabrics included kitties, applique in the shape of gray haired ladies holding "welcome" signs (you could swap out the signs for other themed signs, depending on the season), and pretty pink wall sized ballerina frogs. Errrm.
As with Momming, I think I'm lost in the middle zone of quilting, between "cute!" meaning Halloween-themed table runners (bats in witch hats!) and "cute!" meaning Denyse Schmidt "randomness" with vintage repros, all looking exactly like each other.
I think maybe I'm "original". Yes, that's it. I *like* that. Original.