Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Carport or sewing room? • I spent Mother’s Day outside in the hot, dry, dusty stables at the Germantown Civic Center and horse-riding arena. Grace,
my adopted granddaughter, was riding in a show (she took second out of
a field of either seven or nine, we’re not sure). Remy, my youngest
granddaughter, was in a schooling event. I
“think” a schooling event is where a student rides in the practice
field under the trainer’s instructions, to get used to the crowds and
arena, etc. Remy and her trainer, Claudia Keith (Remy’s first name is Klaudia), think Remy is ready to ride in an actual show. I’ve always thought so, but then, I am somewhat prejudiced toward the three girls. If
you know anything about riding in a hunt/jump show (which I don’t), you
know the outfit is at least as important as how you ride. So, the minute I got home, I cooked myself Mother’s Day dinner and immediately began searching for patterns for show clothes. The riding pants will have to be purchased. I hate making pants. But
the shirt and the jacket look easy enough. It took a bit to find a
website that sold equine patterns. They have patterns for riders -- and
-- for the horses. I absolutely refuse to sew for the horses. • I’m cleaning my sewing room -- I don’t know if I should say “again” or “still.” Doesn’t matter, it’ll never be a “clean” room. I have this ongoing fantasy about a new sewing room -- especially after just getting home from the quilt show at Paducah, Ky. I can just see our carport closed in and a door cut out between my old sewing room and the fantasy room. Then, I could put my bed in there and give my granddaughters my bedroom and I’d be all set. I can just see a long-arm quilting machine, a huge cutting table and lots and lots of storage. That way, I wouldn’t have to store fabric in corners and on chairs, etc. I do have shelves, in fact, lots of them, but they seem to be stacked and overflowing with fabric. I need room for more shelves. I
also need to stop hoarding fabric and shoes and clothes I haven’t worn
in six years. But if you throw something away, you need it the very
next week! I’ve already taken the girls armoire away and stuffed it with fabric. I desperately need a new room. If you happen to run into Pop, maybe you could tell him that? It couldn’t hurt. At least he’d get a good laugh... |