A staple of my latest schtick, for anyone who will stick around for my stand-up, is pondering whether my current love of life is genuine or a result of my anti-depressant. I am not sure why it matters, good is good. I am going with it.
Yesterday was my 42nd birthday. And it was fabulous. I visited the museum, had a great dinner, and mastered French Knots. The latter may seem trivial, but it isn’t.
I have a baby quilt list that is very long (4!). I need to get cracking on that, but I am transfixed with this weird embroidery project I have started. I had one vision when I began, but it morphs as I work on it. Right now I am striving for an abstract representation of Missouri Spring. Lots of greens, lots of scrubbiness, a river, some purple trees. It is transfixing me right now.
Lots more to talk about as I get back into the swing of blogging. I got accepted as a Museum Guide at the Nelson-Atkins, I have been trying to learn to meditate, to get behind the waterfall of my thoughts, and I am plotting all kinds of new quilts (in addition to those 4 baby quilts). More on all of that later.
It is spring in Missouri. Blue skies (and Lexapro) ahead.