Once again I didn’t get as much done during my quilting class last night as I had hoped I would. I am at the hand sewing point. I have the binding stitched on the front, and I am in the process of blind stitching the back of the binding. It’s just tedious – maybe that’s why it seems like I’m not getting much done.
I’m sure this weekend will go lickity-split. Mark has a show this weekend, and those weekends are always a blur. Hopefully I can get some stuff done while it’s going on. I will have grading to do this weekend, so that will take up some of my time.
Sometimes I just wish I could be Thoreau and live in a shack in the middle of nowhere. I would miss my electronics and conveniences, but I think I could do it. As long as I had books, paper and pens, and stuff to craft – like yarn, cross stitch stuff, only textile things. I dream of it actually. I know it would better me as a person. Lately I’ve been so afraid that I’m not living “purposefully” – I don’t want to be materialistic, but it’s happening. I have a house and I feel pressure to have stuff in each and every room. Frankly, I could care less that we still have a totally empty room. I know we bought stuff just for the sake of buying stuff to fill a room. It’s nothing we NEED. We lived a long time in the house without furniture in most of the rooms and it seemed to bother others more than it bothered us. We thought it was kinda cool to have nothing in rooms. It made us seem a little bohemian – now we’re turning into everyone else – every room is decorated (almost) everything is situated “just so” and I’m not sure why we’re doing that. I talked with Mark about what it would be like to sell almost everything we have – furniture-wise and just say the hell with it. He really didn’t care either. We went through all the rooms in our house and talked about what isn’t “necessary” and we could really get rid of tons of stuff. Do we really need 3 TV’s,2 futons, 2 couches, 4 side chairs, 2 coffee tables, three desks, one drafting table, and various knick-knack things around rooms just to “pull it all together”. I mean, it’s just the two of us (and a darling little kitty) for God’s sake. Sometimes I just wanna move into a two bedroom apartment and be forced to deal with less space. I have stuff in my kitchen cupboards I know I’ll NEVER use, but I still keep it. I don’t know, I’ve just been a little restless and pondering HOW I’m living. Am I living the life I REALLY want? I don’t know – I always thought I’d be a little bit of a rebel and never conform, but now I’m decorating and filling rooms with stuff just because society thinks it’s odd to have 5 empty rooms in your house. UGH… I’m confused.
So, now it’s time for my Friday Five:
1. What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done? For me, I’d have to say when I participated in a Ropes Course. I had a blast and felt like Wonder Woman by the time it was over.
2. What one thing would you like to try that your mother/friend/significant other would never approve of? I would love to have tons of different piercings – genitals, facial – you name it. I also know that society doesn’t approve of facial piercings on most people my age. I don’t seem to get any flack about my nose being pierced though.
3. On a scale of 1-10, what’s your risk factor? (1=never take risks, 10=it’s a lifestyle) Probably a 6 or 7 depending on what it is. Once in a while I like to do something out of the ordinary. Mark’s risk factor is less than mine, so I sometimes feel like the bad kid making him do something he could get in trouble for.
4. What’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you as a result of being bold/risky? I learned oodles about myself by being pierced. All of my piercings – except my earlobes – forced me to really look at myself. People kept saying “why are you doing that?” I had to really sit down and figure out what the reason is. I now know the reason, and it’s not other people’s business, I’m just glad I figured it out.
5. … and what’s the worst? Oh, I suppose being embarrased or getting in trouble. I have been fortunate not to take major risks that have back-fired. I can see where they would though. I like to think things through, so hopefully that will never happen to me.
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