How I Got My Mojo Back!
How I Got My Mojo Back!
-Angelique Shah 2/8/24
KY became home in 2013
My brother Ruben said my Mojo was lost.
What he really meant was:
- the glamourous partying Bronx Girl was gone
- stilettos were traded for cowboy boots
- club clothes for comfort clothes
- fashion designs for quilt designs
- dating around to being with 1 man
The sense of longing and loss, and moving further away from family weighed like a blanket.
Quilting opened a world of creative exploration,
Fun and friendship,
Ideas and inspiration were all around me.
Not enough time in a day,
Not enough hours for creative play.
Mojo came back welcoming me happy, fat and content.
Devoted quilting companion Elvis by my side, stitched in bliss,
Friends close by, community.
The hum of the machine, incoherent piles of fabric turned to art,
It fills me with joy.
I never lost my mojo; I just grew it and changed it into something else.
We all grow and change; we can’t stay static,
Quilting is how I got my mojo back!