I truly love living in rural Saskatchewan, but it does have its downfalls. Like when your Longarm machine won’t turn on and it’s the last week before Christmas and you’re getting the last of your client’s quilts done, but you don’t have any of the required fuses to get it up and running again. You call around to every place in a 100 km radius that *might* have the fuse you need, but no one has any in stock. You can order what you need online, but there’s no way it will arrive in time for you to get the work done. So you contact your clients and give them the bad news and hope that they are understanding (my wonderful clients are so very kind and understanding. Thank you so much!) Then it can be a giant pain in the a** to live out in the middle of no where. It’s times like this that I miss living in the city. But then I think of the wonderful life we have out here. How my children have freedoms they could never have living in the city. How we have privacy, and solitude, and peace. How we have become self reliant and resourceful. I feel terrible that I won’t be able to complete my clients quilts before Christmas, but as bad as I feel, it’s still worth it to live a life I love out here in the sticks.
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Looks so peaceful out there in the sticks