It's been nearly one week since my last post. I've made 2 quilts from scratch, and finished 3 or more UFO's.
Every day I work at one row of a UFO I despise.
...and volunteered 8 hours in the quilt room. Besides realizing I'm flat out exhausted, I'm starting to wonder what happened to my life.
My social life this week has consisted of a wonderful visit from Sandra and family from mmm! Quilts, phone calls and emails mainly from other quilty friends, and quilting related meetings. MQG is tomorrow. It's a 7 hour commitment with travel.
This reminds me of the days when all 5 kids were young, and life revolved around homeschooling, extracurricular, and so on. We homeschooled 17 years so it's survivable, but most of the time I kept thinking I was stretched in every direction. Always switching gears, catching up, sorting out. I dreaded the change of season when they had all grown out of clothes, and we passed down within the family and friends. I remember when one of them would wind up with a whole drawer of jeans or socks, and I'd think they'd never wear so many. I feel that now with quilting. So much fabric has landed in my studio from donations that I feel obliged to make use of. The reality is I could sew for months--maybe years, and never catch up. Where do I dig in and say, "No more. Too much!"
It was only a few months ago when I decided to cull fabric by making charity quilts, but the amount of fabric has actually multiplied. I thought sorting out the fabrics I had no love for would make it easier to figure out if I was actually an art quilter, modern, traditional, contemporary, surface designer, dyer, longarmer, etc. Instead it has stirred the pot, and the soup is thicker than ever! I'm in Quilter's Limbo!
Now, I have to say it's not a problem I can't shut the door on today, and walk away from. Some days I do, but like all of you I have a serious investment of time and money in this hobby, job--yes, another quandary of titles. But I love what I do, and the mental and emotional benefits out weigh the negatives. As do all the quilts donated to people who actually need them, and have a tangible reminder that someone around the world cares about their needs, too.
I'll break down some of these projects this week, and give you details that ought to be shared. There were some great discoveries in all that work. I'll be back soon when I've caught up on my rest, and we'll talk some more.
Come on, Doxie girls.
Let's go sew.
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