...get on your way!
We have a lot to do today!
I woke up today humming that rhyme from way-back-when and it made me laugh. When the kids were little, I'd often waltz into their room in the morning, singing this as I pulled back the curtains. They loved it on anticipated days, the first day of school or when we were about to head off on a trip, but if reminded of it now, they'd probably groan with more recent memories of the teen years when I'd use it as a last resort to pry them out of bed on the weekends.
So, anyhoo, why am I all revved up? The holidays are finally behind us and I am craving some routine. And each day this week I've been coffee-ed up, showered and sewing by 9:00 a.m. On what?
GAH! I'm sick of looking this! I'm assembling a section a day and this should be off the flannel board by Friday. Finito! And I will be movin' on. I know, I KNOW. The adrenaline was pumping while the fabric was flying, but I've been losing steam on most of my recent pieces as they neared completion. The quilt tops have been piling up around here with nary a new quilt to grab on a chilly evening. So what's up with that?
Thinking about it, I can see that starting to knit again has crowded out my usual evening handquilting time. It's been (pitifully) an age since I handquilted anything, something I do want to change this winter. Free motion quilting? I need to practice that more before I'd use it on favorite quilt tops. Most of my projects this year started as exercises...the Project Spectrum challenge, the liberated piecing approach from Collaborative Quilting...yet their unfinished status has been weighing on me. Until this week.
On Monday, tidying up in my sewing room, all of these projects (and a few more) were staring me in the face, draped on a bookcase, stacked on the ironing board, pinned to the flannel wall. The *I shoulds* were starting to kick in when it occurred to me that maybe they weren't any more important than the potential in the stacks of fabric that were distracting me. Maybe my recent tops were sketches...exercises in color, technique, style...preparation for something really spectacular. Hmmm. A revelation. A relief!
I'm not saying my tops won't get finished, but it's just not a priority today. Or this week. And if someone leaves my estate sale as I did Gwen's, with a little memory of me to finish into something of their own, that wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it?
Okay, enough. It's the year of the boar, not the year of the bore. I'm done. Revved up and rarin' to go, but done here. For now.