Buckle up a car seat belt? as in it a time for travel to see grandchildren, trips to Daiso Japan, the store that sells "mochilato," or a local fabric shop?
Or is it just a time to buckle, as in a buckle fracture, the bone collapsing under stress like an accordian?
Can I do all three? I gave my "final" yesterday, showing up ostensibly for 20 minutes, but ending up talking to a young (nearly 30 years old) man for nearly an hour, before I collected my things and bid him farewell. ("Keep in touch!" the final parting phrase.) I also was given a bag of Ghirardelli Chocolates from another young (nearly 35) man, who I'd had in a previous class. It was good to see him, and this time he earned an A from me.
I've kind of flopped around in the interim between my last class a few days ago and this "final" and wondered if I'd ever get the energy to begin on some quiltwork, let alone the other kinds of work. I feel like my brain is flabby too, having expended a ton of brain cells on a post on the quilty blog about copyright, and my recent quilt that is subtitled "High Drama, Prima Donna, Cloak and Dagger Quilt." I feel more like the cat up there, from the Mutts cartoonist.
The trick is to be content, to look like that cat. . . rather than messing with a bunch of buckles.
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