- Once I’ve started “quilting the hell out of” my current quilt, as Naomi is wont to say, there is no turning back. A lot of quilting begets a lot of quilting. It’s harder and harder to keep things even and relatively straight. You cannot go too far in one direction without causing a lot of trouble everywhere else. Sort of like being chased by a lot of thread – you can’t go wandering down every alley that you come across. Keep to the main path and get to the alley eventually.*
- That whole persistence/perseverance thing. Grrrr. It’s painfully obvious that the carrot that dangles out on the horizon is the stack of different fabric, new plans, new ideas. There’s the nearer carrot of seeing how this piece turns out. While in the middle of un-quilting stuff gone wrong, that particular near-carrot seems like a big parsnip instead. A raw parsnip at that.
- I mentioned that I was re-reading The War of Art. The author makes clear all the things that create “resistance” – things that keep you from doing what you are meant to do or want to do. He left out reading books about getting rid of artist blocks.
See what I mean? Written down, all of these are pretty darn funny and all self-inflicted woes.
And the raison d’etre for this post was:
- Receiving a string of emails – not one but three of them so far – reminding me about an upcoming deadline… It’s a good month away…
This must be seriously laughed at lest it causes serious freak out. Serious.
* The apparent easy answer to this is to go around the center in a few passes so that the quilting pulls in evenly in all directions. Just saying that’s my theory and I’m sticking to it.
