The excitement is over I had four pieces juried into PIQF in Santa Clara this year, it is like being one of the teams at the Rose Bowl only one wins the other ones claim to fame is being the looser, that's me. But oh the thrill of being chosen and the excitement of waiting to hear wow, this year was so exciting with four in the running anyway as you probably guessed My quilts did not make it. I'm not sure I will ever enter again, my nerves just did a number on me, I got so excited waiting, I felt like a kid waiting for Santa.
That is no way to be at my age, I should be calm and self assured, right, well not this kid the whole process aged me, my great anticipation over whelmed me, I was a wreck, but it was fun I confess even if I did not win I got to go to the game. Looking at the winners from last year, I admit mine are primitive and details are not strong but I made it to the game yahoo.
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Coat of Many Colors
there is a dress belt and hat also |
Back Side of the Moon
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again