Quilting is my livelihood. Many are jealous because they think that I make quilts all day, every day. While I do quilt a lot, it is always on a deadline. I also spend a great deal of time in airports, airplanes, cars, and at my desk. The time spent at my desk is the cruelest time. My desk is in my sewing room and I can see fabric, but I don't get to touch it while I am working on contracts, travel arrangements, handouts, lesson plans, social media, blog posts, magazine articles, and the like.
Please don't think I'm whining. I love my job and accept easily the less-than-thrilling aspects of it. Until May. Quilt Market is in May and many industry professionals are a little stressed out right now as we prepare for this twice-a-year trade show. I'm stressed.
I'm spending ridiculous amounts of time sitting at my desk these weeks and often gaze at the ceiling trying to think of the word I want to type. I can never remember why I went into the kitchen and often forget the word I want to use next (Keeping it real, folks). I see far too much of my ceiling and decided that it needed a little sparkle and fun to help me get through the next few weeks.
This is now hanging from my ceiling:
Who can have a bad day when there's a disco ball?