Thursday, June 10, 2010
I looked at my to do list. I couldn't cross anything off. I gave up trying. I hired a secretary. Yes! Mrs Crocodile is now the proud employer of a secretary! You may ask yourself, how is it that this sole-proprietorship can afford to have a secretary? I mean doesn't she work by herself? Well, I like to think of it as a "soul"-proprietorship. Actually I hired myself.
I am still in control of my senses and when I mean I've hired a secretary, I mean I've hired myself for two days a week to do all the stuff I'm not getting to.
Which brings me to this picture. Here is a quilt I made years ago when I was trying to organize the everything of life. And when I say the everything I still believed then that this was possible. I believed that by sewing in a swatch of some shorts I had when I was fifteen, curtains I made for someone, a dress I traveled through Europe in, a shirt of a very dear friend, the curtains I made for my mom's bed and breakfast, well, I thought I could have it all in one handy dandy little place. I called the quilt "ordinateur" enjoying the French word for computer and the fact that I had in some psychotherapy way, got it all down. Now I look back at this cute little creation: for the real story of the memories sewn into it, you are going to have to talk to my secretary and she'll make an appointment with me for a private interview. So, isn't it nice that there are seam rippers in the world and we can tear up all our handiwork again? And start a new blanket that is meant to cover everything again?
Yours, with seam ripper at the ready,