It's the first day of spring, though you wouldn't know it by looking out the window. But I'm in a spring mood, emerging from my winter routine. What was I thinking? For weeks I've been hunkering down, intentionally staying out of the sewing room and diligently handquilting, trying to get Molly's quilt finished up. I thought if I focused on this exclusively, I'd be able to power through it.
I've often been quilting during the day, which has been more productive than evening stitching, but I've found that I can only work on it so long before my fingertips get chewed up and need a rest. So if I put in a good afternoon's work, I might need a day off. Or I can quilt daily for a couple of hours at a time. Which leaves lots of time for other projects, so I'm not sure what my intent was by limiting my other work. *Winter mind*, I guess. Playing with fabric and design is my favorite part of quilting and I need to get back to it!
I am moving along on the quilt, though it's taking so much longer than anticipated (or than any other quilt I've made ~ all of those seams!). The whole center is done and I'm working out to the corners now. I suppose soon it will be too warm for a quilt in Dallas but I'm determined to motor on until completion. Now, at least, I don't have to actually sit under it, corner quilting allows most of it to fall to one side. (Though if ever there was a winter to be sitting under such a project, this was it!) If you're wondering what that is at the bottom of my hoop, it's an unrolled finger cot. I can't stand wearing one on my finger but they sure are handy to pull a loaded needle through a tough spot. I usually keep one right at hand to grab if needed as I work along.
Which brings me to something I didn't plan to share when I sat down here but have changed my mind about. Two weeks ago, I had a routine outpatient procedure which required an IV. Needles don't bother me since my long-ago (28 years!) experience with Hodgkins Disease and years of followup bloodwork. But when the nurse inserted the needle in the back of my hand, she hit a nerve. I jumped, she pulled it right away and decided to use my left arm instead. I didn't give it another thought. Over the next few days, I quilted, went to yoga, used my hand in many ways with no thought of it until while putting on some hand cream, touched that exact place and about passed out from the immediate pain. Since then, it's been an off-and-on problem, mostly while on the computer and several times upon waking in the morning. Hopefully it will eventually calm down, but here's my point ~ considering that almost everything I enjoy doing, I do with my right hand, why would I willingly offer it for a needlestick when I have a perfectly good LEFT HAND which would hardly impact my life if somehow comprised a bit? Something to think about, friends.
Don't you love that top photo? I came across it on Pinterest a few months ago. (Sadly, unattributed, as so many items there seem to be. Does anyone know the source?) It touched me in so many ways. That's what I have to get back to, playing with fabric.
Yup. That's the ticket.