desperate housewife

I was vaccumming the other day and had an epiphany. There I was, cleaning the house and trying to make sure it was tidy by the time Ryan came home from work, trying to make a really delicious dinner and have it ready at the right time, trying to make sure the kids were dressed and clean, and that all the things they were getting into would be cleaned up and taken care of before we heard the car in the driveway, when suddenly I stopped.

Shit. I am a housewife.

WOAH. DUDE.

Okay, so maybe that term is a little passe, or maybe it's true, but it was certainly almost funny. What was funnier was that that realization led me to be able to more easily analyze my feelings towards a certain upcoming event in my life.

The four sisters art show. (cue scary music)

So my sister, Anna, came up with this idea of an art show exhibiting the four of us sisters' art. The others got all excited about it and I, well I thought "what could I put in"? It was just that as it was a "small scale" show, meaning all smallish things, I didn't really have much. Most of my paintings are pretty big. I could think of one small painting that I sold to my parents, but that was it. Then the idea of slings came up, but no, and then, POOF. My quilts. I had made a buttload of them last year and hadn't really pursued selling them at all. They were just sitting in boxes downstairs in a closet. Perfect!!

Then I thought it through again, and that's when the sinking feeling set in, that I only just recognized in my moment of epiphany the other day.

Let me explain. At this lovely art show, there would be art from the magnificent Michal, who is highly educated, has studied and painted in Florence, London, Vancouver, Calgary, Toronto, and is now in the UK and unable to attend. La-de-da!! There would be art from the lovely Anna who is also a recording artist and dancer. Ooo-la-la!! There would be funky neuvo art from the cool city-dwelling Teresa, tiny creations displayed in shadowbox frames, looking crisp and perfect. Shoo-be-doo!! And then there would be me. The suburban housewife. With her quilts.

Terrific.

So, when I realized and recognized what exactly these bah-humbug feelings were, it was a real relief!! I voiced them to Ryan the day before the show, and WOW! It really made me feel better! We laughed our heads off and then I was released. Aaaaah. Sometimes just recognizing and voicing these ridiculous worries is all that's needed!!

The show was last night. Actually, it was the opening last night. The show will be on until the 29th. Which means if you want to go see the super artistic, really creative and very hip quilts on display, you can! (Oh, and you can also see the beautiful art of my lovely sisters too. ) The opening was really fun. It was a good time of chatting with people I knew, people I knew only a little, people I recognized vaguely, and people I had never seen in my life. I even ran into an old highschool friend who I hadn't seen since Grade 10! (Eep! That's 14 years ago!!!)

A big thanks to Ehren (old childhood playmate and owner of the gallery) and Anna (for setting the whole place up) and Teresa (who laughed with me about my housewifedom) and everyone who lovingly protested, "but quilts ARE art!!". Love y'all.