Confess and Grow

My sister Char and I had another adventure last weekend. She had bought a pattern for these cute bags which we decided to make. Each of us brought a bunch of fabrics from our stashes and of course we just had to go to the Cotton Shop in Redondo Beach( http://thecottonshop.com/ ) to pick up a little more yardage. They were having a sale on batiks so we loaded up. That is what is piled up on the table. I also threw on the pile some of the finished bags. We set up our sewing machines facing each other so that we could chat and sew. The Margaritas just added to our fiesta.

Now on to the confession. For a number of years I belonged to a group of crafters where we got together and made things, clothes, purses, jewelry, dang good stuff and then sold them at craft fairs and trunk shows. One of the women was very good at getting venues for the sale of our goods, another had a gift for setting up the displays and the rest of us could turn out the stuff for sale. Now comes the rub. How do you get out of the way and allow each person to do what they have a talent for? Why is it that there is always someone who thinks they know everything about anything? It's their way or the highway. I thought I was a team player, working for the good of the team. Then the light went on and I had an ah ha moment. I was smacked right upside the head, bam. I had brought my camera and Char said we need a picture to remind us of what we got this weekend. In my head I saw the picture, as you see it posted, with all the stuff piled up, with the sewing machine set up and the Margarita glasses to commemorate our adventure. She began to neatly display the fabrics, get rid of the water bottle trash receptacle sitting on the table. I put everything back, snapped the picture and that is when it hit me. Even though her idea was just a valid as mine it had to be my way. Now I realize I don't have to always be in charge.