Monday, funday...

I finally got some good sleep again, despite being up for about half an hour petting Prudence-- did you know dogs can have nightmares? I woke up while she was crying in her sleep from one. My poor puppy woke up when I turned the light on, but continued to cry a little, so I got out of bed and soothed my little girl until she seemed settled down again. It breaks my heart to see her look scared like that from a nightmare. But then we both got back to sleep, and all is well.

Today has an agenda (I hate that). The fun part will be lunch with Jen, and a quick stop to find backing fabric to FINISH some projects this week. I would love to work on finishing tonight, but that's where the agenda is no longer fun... class tonight... :( I wish I were enjoying this class as much as I loved some others. 

For your reading amusement, though, here is the poem of mine that will be workshopped until I want to sew my ears shut to block out the inane comments of some of my classmates (I guarantee they won't get that the ONLY thing this poem is about is quilting and preferring fabric to mean people! I'll try not to laugh this time if they call it a murder or something along those lines again...)

Little Miss Anthrophy

I can run through cotton

full-tilt, whizzing then

winning when

it puts up a fight.

I can push it

and pull it and

squish, stretch, shove it

until it behaves, and then

throw it in a box until

tomorrow if I’m tired, even

leave it under the bed for

weeks, a month, a year.

I can sit in silence stitching,

or listen to the tv, or

kneel on the floor of our

little kitchen running

a rotary blade through layer

after layer, the quilter’s

classic stripping.

I can turn fibers

into art, or into

warm throws to crawl under

or a runner and placemats

for the table we don’t yet have.

I can piece and find peace, my

active meditation, my

happy place, my heaven.

And then, when I am again

around my fellows,

young Americans

wondering why I’m here,

I remember:

there’s a reason I was named

Most Likely to Live In

An Underground Lair.