Thursday, September 21, 2006
Have you ever found yourself on a chilly autumn morning sitting on a warm toilet seat carefully snipping heart shapes out of used red glitter wrapping paper? ....No? .......And now that you have this specific image in your head - do you wonder why it is that I have brought it to you?
Sharing this moment gives a glimpse into my personality.
I do not like to waste anything - not even wrapping paper from a gift that was carelessly torn open by someone else. Especially if the wrapping paper is glittery and red.
I can both multi-task (toilet - scissors) and procrastinate (could be quilting) at the same time.
I love making Valentines so much that I save paper and ribbons all year so that I can make them in January.
I have the bizarre notion that offering a glimpse into my personality is worth taking the moment to write it. (OK - and yes - writing is also multi-tasking and procrasting.)
Well - alright then. With that moment over, I shall move on to making the quilt. It is currently in the dreaded ugly stage. I see a pattern with my quilting: I alternately feel love for, loathing for and ambivilance toward the quilt. Yesterday morning I loved it. I loved everything about it and was high from the burst of work I did into the wee hours of the morning. But yesterday afternoon the quilt took a terrible turn for the worse as I added a green that was all wrong. Today, with all of yesterday's seams ripped out, I will begin again with purples.
If the emotional patten remains the same with this quilt, I will ultimately be pleased with it, holding only tinge of regret for the mistakes in it. When I send it off to New Orleans, I will miss it like the child that it is - born of my creation but not belonging to me at all.
Sharing this moment gives a glimpse into my personality.
I do not like to waste anything - not even wrapping paper from a gift that was carelessly torn open by someone else. Especially if the wrapping paper is glittery and red.
I can both multi-task (toilet - scissors) and procrastinate (could be quilting) at the same time.
I love making Valentines so much that I save paper and ribbons all year so that I can make them in January.
I have the bizarre notion that offering a glimpse into my personality is worth taking the moment to write it. (OK - and yes - writing is also multi-tasking and procrasting.)
Well - alright then. With that moment over, I shall move on to making the quilt. It is currently in the dreaded ugly stage. I see a pattern with my quilting: I alternately feel love for, loathing for and ambivilance toward the quilt. Yesterday morning I loved it. I loved everything about it and was high from the burst of work I did into the wee hours of the morning. But yesterday afternoon the quilt took a terrible turn for the worse as I added a green that was all wrong. Today, with all of yesterday's seams ripped out, I will begin again with purples.
If the emotional patten remains the same with this quilt, I will ultimately be pleased with it, holding only tinge of regret for the mistakes in it. When I send it off to New Orleans, I will miss it like the child that it is - born of my creation but not belonging to me at all.
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