Tenacity
I believe tenacity goes hand in hand with logic and vision. It most likely comes to some of us in an entire package. I have it. I saw it in Kevin this fall when we stopped in at Fairfax and were given a demo on the full sized hoist he and Kersten had been working on installing in their residential garage so they can work on and service their vehicles. It worked slick as a whistle complete with the paint job and newly applied logo.
68″ x 88″ is quite a lot to feed through the machine for the quilting process. She worked through various ways of doing it. Hmm. I have done the exact same thing on large projects. What a Megster.
I saw tenacity in Granddaughter Megan when she spent the better part of the pre-Thanksgiving days with us. Megan was determined that the fabric she had brought with was going to go home with her as a finished project Thanksgiving night. For me, putting together a twin sized quilted project can kick my behind, let alone getting it done from Tuesday evening when she hit St. James to Wednesday evening. She welcomed breaks and I made sure to keep her hydrated and fed. When I offered to help out with the quilting grid of 4″ x 4″, she said “Thanks Grammie, I’ve got it.” We had time to joke with each other and talk about some serious day-to-day issues. Somewhere in this sewing retreat we even managed a visit to the Old Alley Quilt Shop to pick up several additional projects to put in the hopper the next time she comes to visit. Megan and I didn’t get to bed until 1:00 on Thursday morning. We needed showers, food and downtime. Megan showed true tenacity.
Dennis enjoyed seeing her leave the Thanksgiving dining table, quietly putting on her jacket and head for the patio porch. Dennis made sure it was warm enough that she could take off her winter coat and get comfortable with the cats. Megan spending quiet time told me that she felt the relief of the completed task and also felt the pressure that she had put herself to see the task at end to completion. With her being two hours away and the winter season just beginning to buck, she wasn’t going to take a chance of not getting this surprise Christmas present for Nicholas home with her. Megan has true grit.
Having had quality time with Megan and seeing how this soon to be 15 year old handled herself, it made me proud. Proud isn’t enough, I am thrilled that this teenager liked hanging out with us on Stauffer Avenue. I have picked up from other grandparents that their teenage grandchildren have no time for them.
With this sewing retreat experience how could I not be enthused in whatever I tackle in this season between Thanksgiving and Christmas. When I have an idea of what I want to do, it’s a matter of having everything on hand before I start. There is nothing worse than a UFO . . . unfinished objects. I have my orders in at Amazon for a few special items. I could run my legs off in various stores seeking and searching. Now I can watch for the mailman. Hurry and wait. The most difficult aspect for me.