||[Dec. 15th, 2005|09:41 pm]
So. Yesterday started out as a Very Bad Day (tm). I had to get up at 6 am after going to sleep at 2, and sleeping little and poorly the two nights before – J’s traveling and I never sleep well when he’s gone. The 6 am wakeup was necessary because my quilt guild meets at 9 am, so I have to get there at 8 to make the coffee. Of course, it wasn’t until I got there and started hauling out the supplies that I realized we were out of decaf, so a crisis trip to the grocery store had to be shoehorned into the setup time. Followed by a second trip when it turned out that the person who was going to bring the soda and milk for the coffee had forgotten the milk. I didn’t mind the second trip; it got me out of a lot of the setup, which I was just not in the mood for. I brought a portion of the wedding ring quilt to the meeting and got lots of nice comments on it when I showed it to a few friends.
But then as I listened to people all around me making lunch plans, I really just broke down. If I ask them if I can come along they’re always kind about it, but none of them ever invite me to lunch. I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong. Am I not friendly enough? I’ve been attending regularly for 2-3 years. I’ve been doing the Hospitality committee for two years. Do I have B.O.? Appalling personal habits? I was feeling very lonely and very sorry for myself and not at all in the mood for lunch.
So after a drive down to the office to pick up some stuff, I stopped in at the local quilt shop to talk to the proprietress about quilting patterns for the wedding ring quilt. She was engaged in helping someone with the construction of Christmas stockings. I hovered while she dealt with them, and was then drawn into a conversation with another lady on the best colors for her quilt. That was fun, and I think I was helpful; the shop owner had pulled out 6 black/gray patterned fabrics for the 6 darks the lady needed, and one of them was making her twitchy (it had too much purple in it for her). I was able to suggest another dark gray print that made her a lot happier. (I bought some of the purplish fabric later on spec – I thought it was lovely.) The owner was then kind enough to postpone her lunch again while she and I talked over quilting patterns, and we had a great time. I ordered a couple of patterns that I think will do very well for the navy quilt sections, and she was very complimentary about the quilt (said I had “great instincts”, which was very flattering.) It was 4 pm before I left her to her long-awaited lunch and went and had my own, feeling 100 percent better. Creative work, and compliments from people I respect; it’s a great cure for the weeps.