I don’t know if it was related or not, but soon after becoming a mother for the first time, I wanted a sewing machine. Badly! I kept thinking of all the things I could make for my baby (now babies) or for around the house. Well, fast forward a couple years and I finally got one. Woohoo!
Now rewind several years… Way back in high school, I started on a journey to learn to quilt. My dad was going to teach me and I got as far as buying the fabric and cutting some of it into squares. Over 15 years later I pull that project out of the bag it’s barely survived in. I smoothed out the crinkled drawing I had designed on graph paper and got to work. I pieced the entire gigantic top together with seams so incredibly not touching they were actually inches apart. Yet it still felt like amazing accomplishment for this non-crafty accountant mom.
I then had some options:
- just tie it and have it around the house.
- finish it and donate it.
- have it quilted because surely it’s going to fall apart otherwise.
- leave it in the closet behind my sewing corner.
Number 4 it is! I do hope one day to pull it out and see if I can fix up some of the seams, but I think the perfect plan (if time wasn’t a factor) would be to take it completely apart, trim the squares I poorly cut so long ago and put it all back together. I could use the fabric for something else, but I love the idea of piecing it into the original design my little 16- or 17-year-old self drew.
But then again, it could be sweet how my corners don’t match…making memories, remembering the genesis of my new love for quilting. I’ll decide another day.
Anyway, I know you’re dying to see what it looks like. 😉 Promise not to zoom in!
I can confidently say I’ve come leaps and bounds from this level and it’s a huge blast. I talk of quilting as the most therapeutic hobby I’ve ever undertaken. I’m SURE that I’ll be sharing more.