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Wednesday, 28 November 2018

Sigh . . .

Strewth, yesterday was hard work;  I have (for now) got my friend as far as I can with her patchwork. Trouble is, whilst I am a reasonably good teacher, I am not a shrink or marriage counsellor.  I can overcome her lack of experience at cutting up perfectly good fabric and sewing it back together again.  I cannot overcome her self-doubt and fear of failure, or a husband who is critical, unsupportive and seems to not want her to do this.  At one point yesterday morning she was in tears in the kitchen telling me how irritated he had become the previous day when she spent all afternoon sewing.  Very draining for me, clearly not a bundle of laughs for my friend.

Despite that she had done her "homework" and sewn strips into panels:
photo removed, see below

Together we pressed the first two, sliced them into sections, and then unpicked the loops to create the Trip Around the World pattern:
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When I left her this is how far we'd come:
photo removed; whilst there is no way my friend could be identified from my words, pictures are different and at some point in the future if her project was finished and she shared it with her son, who might share it on Facebook, etc.  Probably being over cautious but best to play this one on the safe side.

Anyone else would - I hope - have seen the finish line was in sight.  Instead, my friend was sitting with her shoulders slumped convinced that she is going to mess things up or will have forgotten all I've shown her when she next has time to sew.  Which apparently will not be for a few days because the husband has plans for them to {insert whatever . . . I may not have been concentrating at this point}.

I did wonder if I ought to publish this; but then I thought "s*d it" -  this is my journal and if I only record the fun stuff it is not truthful, and from a selfish point of view, writing and publishing is very cathartic for me.

I came home to a warm house, to Management and Daisy, and my own gorgeous little Fabric Cave    🤪
Where I messed around with those Flying Geese units until suppertime and still couldn't make up my mind. But at least I had fun doing so whilst M. did his own thing.  He made me coffee, I put the washing machine on, we chatted occasionally, he showed me a 'funny cat on Facebook', I showed him a possible winning layout. Just quiet, normal bimbling along.  

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By the end of the day I was completely knackered and my head hurt  . . . . 🙄



8 comments:

  1. It is so sad to hear of anyone being treated the way that poor woman is being treated. That's pure abuse. Bless you for trying to help her anyway, because she did ask you to do so. Makes you really appreciate the good things in your own life, doesn't it? Hugs, cause I know it had to be hard for you.

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    1. Thanks sweetie :) Abuse comes in many forms, not just physical violence . Yeah, it was hard for me but I guess much harder for this lady - but I know I cannot overstep the mark and have to wait for her to come to me.

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  2. I know exactly what you mean about your friend's emotional problems, self doubts and a husband who seems to delight in constantly pecking her head - I have a friend in similar circumstances who turns to me as there's no-one else, which is often very emotionally draining for me - I could write a book about it.

    The last design is by far the best - go for it! lol

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    1. Hi Eunice, at least your friend has you to turn too but you are right, it is incredibly draining to be on the receiving end.

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  3. I agree with you, it's your blog and you write whatever you want to. Perhaps your friend had more need to unburden her problems than learn how to quilt. She won't succeed if her husband resents her time spent on it anyway. It's very sad for her.
    I like your last design too :)

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    1. Honestly Eileen, I think it's all of a bit of a wreck, and I cannot get drawn in any more than I already am. To be honest I have given (and received) just about all I can - I think I knew that when I decided to write about it.

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  4. Poor woman, I would go insane if I had a husband like that. No one deserves to be treated in such a manner. Your last block is the best, to my eyes anyway.

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    1. Thanks Eleanor, but I suspect what I know is only scratching the surface. We never really know the whole of what is going on in a relationship.

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