Teaching quilting is one of my dearest loves. Sharing what I have learned over 40 years of textile work brings me such joy. I’d love to be teaching a workshop every single day.
Leaving home, packing up tons of stuff, driving for hours or days or flying with too much luggage–not so much.
People who have to do that for a living have my great admiration. And maybe it’s just a function of my age…I don’t want to be away from home and family for any longer than necessary. An overnight…a long weekend…a trip with my husband…visiting family in other states…all good things.
Missing time with my grandson…missing family dinner on Tuesday night…missing everyday chit-chat with my family and friends…not so good.
I’m coming to the conclusion that I’m not going to try and pursue “distance” teaching much any more. Anything within a day’s drive of home will be perfect, but huge distances are unlikely…unless, of course, I can set something up in a place to which I’m traveling anyway!
I haven’t seen some of the most beautiful parts of my own state so I think I need to see them and possibly teach at local shops. Speaking to local guilds would thrill me…just ’cause I love to talk about myself and what I do! NOT vanity…just a passion for textile work.
This photo of Michigan is courtesy of TripAdvisor
Another function of my age is that I have the luxury of choice. I don’t have to travel for a living. I don’t envy those who have to, and many people do thrive on the constant go-go-go. I’m not one of them. As I head out on another 1000 mile trip–each way!–I’m already longing to be back in my own bed!
My studio is calling me louder than ever—louder than the call of the open road, for sure. Is this going to be real retirement? Maybe it is! But I’ll never stop making art and I’ll never stop talking about it and I’ll never say no if someone wants me to speak to their group. Retired, maybe, but not defunct!