Okay, I have answered emails,
vacuumed, mopped the floors
I even cleaned the globes on the chandelier
I have one more work project to complete before I can
go into my sewing room to make more of these awesome pin cushion caddies!
As I struggle with this balance I was reminded of a poem
my father had sent me years ago, when I had just begun quilting
- Author unknown
My neighbor is washing her windows
and scrubbing and mopping her floors.
But my house is all topsy-turvy and
dust is behind all the doors.
My neighbor, she keeps her house spotless
and she goes all day long at a trot.
But no one will know in a fortnight
if she swept today or not.
The task I am at is enticing...
My neighbor is worn to a rag.
I am making a quilt out of pieces
I have saved in a pretty chintz bag.
And the quilt,
I know my descendants
will exhibit with prideful heart.
"So lovely - my grandmother made it,
an example of patience and art"
But will her grandchildren remember
her struggles with dirt and decay?
They will not...
they will wish
she had made them a quilt
like the one I am making today.