Yertle the Turtle
When I was a little girl, I had a turtle named Yertle. I thought that was the funniest name. I liked that little turtle. Now, why do I talk about my turtle? Because turtles are the epitome of slowness, and that’s how I feel these days. Nothing I do is fast anymore – well, except for knitting the little doggie sweaters. They knit up pretty fast because they’re so small. And I’m on my fourth one – and I promise to post photos sometime. I still don’t have the baseboards painted. I have the table upstairs in the sewing room, but it’s not set up yet. The sewing machine is all there, but not plugged in. My cutting table is there, but not cleared off so I can’t cut out fabric. I even bought a new Rowenta iron, but haven’t taken my ironing board upstairs and recovered it so that I can block the sweaters.
Turtles are very patient and used to going slow. It takes them a long time to get to their destination, but they get there nonetheless. These days, the turtle is my inspiration. My reminder that slow and steady wins the race. Not that I care to win, mind you. I’d just like to finish something. Preferably something involving my sewing machine.
Meanwhile, I’ll just surf my favorite blogs and watch you all finish your lovely sewing and dream of the day when – hopefully soon – I’ll be back to making my own lovely creations for your viewing pleasure.