Hi All: I moved to a new site. I hope it will be friendlier, and easier for people to navigate through. I'm now powered by wordpress. The new address is
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Please update, your link. I look forward to seeing you over there.
Hugs,
Heidi
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
The Tell-Tale Quilts
Twenty-something years ago I started quilting, quilting, and quilting some more. I purchased hundreds of yards, fat-quarters, and little snippets of fabric. My closets were stuffed full of plastic tubs holding all shapes, sizes and colors of quilts in various stages of completeness. I saved each scrap of fabric 2 inches or bigger and carefully sorted them into ziplock bags by colors and shades. Ohhhhh, how anal-retentive does that sound?
The quilting projects soon got out of hand -- 20 to 30 unfinished quilts lurking quietly in the closet. That's absurd! In order to relieve some of the pressure, I moved them to the garage. Then I moved them to the empty back bedroom. But. . . I could still hear them calling me. They seemed as demented and crazed as Poe's Tell-Tale Heart! Ka . . . . thump, . .. thump . . . thump. Although the bolts of fabric had been dissected, chiseled, pieced and re-sewn, I could still hear them. Do you get the visual of the quilt skeletons lurking inside those plastic tubs?
What's a newbie decluttering, minimalizing, organized woman to do? I am tackling those quilts one at a time. After a strenuous, tedious 12 hours of sewing, I kicked three of those bad-boys to the curb today. They are boxed up to be delivered to the quilt shop where they will be professional machine quilted. I have decided to lower the bar on my expectations just a little and allow myself to become a piecer. Thus turning over the actual quilting to a professional. That's the only way I will get these bloody quilts out of the back bedroom.
As I sat at the sewing machine in back-aching, shoulder-aching, neck-aching agony, I kept asking myself, "If you were to die tomorrow, would you be satisfied that you spent the last day on this Earth sewing?" My answer, "ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY NOT!" I would want to be out in the fresh air, playing with my dogs, hiking, smelling the dirt and wallowing in sunshine.
Although, I really want to release this hobby from my life and move on to other things, the controlling, anal-retentive person inside of me won't quit until they are all finished. Stay tuned . . . I have a quilt show planned for November 19th.
The quilting projects soon got out of hand -- 20 to 30 unfinished quilts lurking quietly in the closet. That's absurd! In order to relieve some of the pressure, I moved them to the garage. Then I moved them to the empty back bedroom. But. . . I could still hear them calling me. They seemed as demented and crazed as Poe's Tell-Tale Heart! Ka . . . . thump, . .. thump . . . thump. Although the bolts of fabric had been dissected, chiseled, pieced and re-sewn, I could still hear them. Do you get the visual of the quilt skeletons lurking inside those plastic tubs?
What's a newbie decluttering, minimalizing, organized woman to do? I am tackling those quilts one at a time. After a strenuous, tedious 12 hours of sewing, I kicked three of those bad-boys to the curb today. They are boxed up to be delivered to the quilt shop where they will be professional machine quilted. I have decided to lower the bar on my expectations just a little and allow myself to become a piecer. Thus turning over the actual quilting to a professional. That's the only way I will get these bloody quilts out of the back bedroom.
As I sat at the sewing machine in back-aching, shoulder-aching, neck-aching agony, I kept asking myself, "If you were to die tomorrow, would you be satisfied that you spent the last day on this Earth sewing?" My answer, "ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY NOT!" I would want to be out in the fresh air, playing with my dogs, hiking, smelling the dirt and wallowing in sunshine.
Although, I really want to release this hobby from my life and move on to other things, the controlling, anal-retentive person inside of me won't quit until they are all finished. Stay tuned . . . I have a quilt show planned for November 19th.
For the Love of Chickens!
Fractured Crystal
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