You’ve exercised your right to free speech and your right to protest.  You’ve had your 15 minutes of fame.

Do the rest of the 99.9% of us a favor.

Go home.

Stop wasting valuable taxpayer dollars to clean up the mess you make in the parks and for all of the overtime for the police who have to supervise your group.

No one said life was fair.  You are responsible for you.  Not the government.  Not Wall Street.  Not Main Street.  Not me.

If you don’t like your position in life, change it.  Hard work never hurt anybody.

I work hard to earn what bit of money I make.  I also hire temporary help in my studio and around the house when I need it (does this make me a job creator?).  If you truly need assistance with the basic necessities due to extenuating circumstances, I’m happy to help to the extent I’m able.  However, I’d really like to keep as much of what is rightfully mine as possible.  I think that’s only reasonable.

Perhaps one day when you get a job, pay taxes, own a home and put a little away for a rainy day you’ll understand.

Ask yourself:  Are you part of the problem?  Or part of the solution?

As a creative type who works a full-time day job, volunteers and  manages a busy household, it’s often hard to find the time – let alone the motivation – to get in my studio and create something outside my comfort zone.

Our recent trip to South Dakota and my mini shop-hop provided just what I needed to rekindle the creative spark.  At the suggestion of one of my AMQG friends, I took a small bag of redwork to keep my hands busy the five hours I would be in transit to Rapid City.  One pillow panel of a Christmas scene is almost done.

At the quilt shops I visited, I purchased patterns by local designers.  I was so inspired by one quilt that I sketched out my version on the plane ride home and mentally went through my stash to see where I needed to look for fabrics (charm squares, scrap bin and FQs) before I headed to the fabric store @ home.  It’s a queen size quilt with lots of pieces that have to be laid out in a complicated pattern.  Not exactly what I had planned to tackle after a 10 hour work day, but then again…chunking into small tasks things means I can work on it for 15-30 minutes a day.  Eventually, it’ll get done.

Mrs. Sang, as she is affectionately known at my school (since very few people can pronounce her name correctly), asked me how to make a t-shirt quilt for her son.  He’s a freshman at UGA.  She worked on it for a few months and proudly showed me her finished creation this past week.  Great job Mrs. Sang!

Now she’s determined to make a different style for her daughter who is in graduate school.

One thing Mrs. Sang and I both agree on is that it’s much easier to machine quilt by checkbook.