Tilting at Windmills: Graduation card

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Graduation card

This is the final version of the graduation card that I will be giving to my students. It took a LOT of trial and error and some great help from my friend Etha. I hope the kids like it. Now that it is "done" I am off to make several more of them.

7 comments:

Sarah said...: Very cute card!!! I love the colors you used! I'm sorry to hear it took you so many tries to get it right, but it looks like it was worth it in the end!!; June 1, 2008 at 9:58 PM
Suzanne said...: A card that I am sure will be appreciated by all who receive it. It's very classy. I assume the oval stencil cut out was done with your fancy cutting machine. I forget what it was called, but I remember you talking about getting it. I love the embossed mortar board also. That's way cool.; June 1, 2008 at 10:39 PM
Youthleadergina said...: Yes I like it! Very cute hat! Good luck as school winds down.; June 2, 2008 at 2:26 AM
Etha said...: I think its really classey looking :)
Still without email or blog here, I'm thinking this stuff takes a long time!; June 2, 2008 at 7:50 AM
Lee said...: I saw this in your SCS gallery and it's AMAZING!!! Your love and appreciation for your students sure shines through!!; June 2, 2008 at 5:29 PM
Beth said...: Absolutely wonderful! I love the die-cut and the embossing, great colors & ribbon too! Can you tell I love the "whole package"? Beautiful!; June 3, 2008 at 8:02 AM
Christi Flores said...: This is gorgeous!!! LOVE it!!; June 3, 2008 at 3:37 PM

Why "Tilting at Windmills"?

When I started this blog in October 2007, there was a story here about my connection to "Tilting With Windmills". Much of what was in that post no longer applies. Much other of it still does. So, here's the story.

When I was graduating from high school, more than 40 years ago, a group of my friend presented me with a print of Picasso's Don Quixote. They said it reminded me of them.

I get upset when things are wrong, even though getting upset cannot fix them. I dislike people who are cruel or petty or self-serving, and am frustrated that I cannot change them. I fight a daily battle with my health, although I know that every new day is another battle. I have a husband and close friends who support me, even when what I want or believe seems crazy.

So, the comparison with Don Quixote is perhaps an apt one. The story encourages me to take on the battles I see, even the hopeless ones. It reminds me to try to see the best in people. It comforts me that, in the end, even if my actions are futile, they are not meaningless.

I mean to try to continue "to dream the impossible dream".