Yesterday was a drencher here in the Tampa Bay area. I’m not complaining, we really needed it
but (you saw that coming right) I had stuff to do that required me driving. I really don’t get out much but I do drive a dear couple to their doctors appointments as they don’t drive anymore. I’ve been there needing help so I do not hesitate to be there for others when I can. It just really made me nervous, we are talking white knuckles watching every car with extra attention. We got to and from safely, by Gods’ grace, but I had a hum-dinger of a stress headache and then I had to go do taxes for my Mom & Dad, well actually not the whole taxes as theirs are quite complicated but I did have to assemble and total everything for the lawyer.
So that brings me to yesterdays post.. getting home yesterday afternoon with a whopper of a headache I remembered I had not posted anything yet. I had one of those poor poor me moments (again, I know!). So I wrote the first thing that came to my mind.. I didn’t articulate it very well. The Quilt Skipper (Jenny Lyon) is a QUILTER. Her skill is an art form, seriously. She wins awards! She has experience. She has spent the time practicing and developing her skill into that art form. I have not. It’s as simple as that. Yes I am a quilter but come on, I can’t be the only one who goes to a quilt show thinking that those are not the same kind of quilts I make.
Each day I walk into this quilt room I hope I am developing my craft. I am trying to improve. I have just begun to think maybe my improvement is too slow in coming. I am physically deteriorating sometimes as fast as I’m improving my craft. So that thought brought me back to my challenge. It did get me back into this room with positive results but it also showed me that it will not (for me) be the number of quilts that give me the experience to improve but the time I spend with them. I’ve been working and thinking on this last quilt for what seems to me like an eternity. I don’t usually spend more than a week on a quilt. But this quilt is sinking into me. No, it probally won’t be exactly what I intended but it has taught me to slow down and think more about each aspect. Quilting is not a hurry up and wait thing. It’s a step by step process that is an adventure. It’s not the end result but the process that is fufilling.
I’ve decided to stop rushing and enjoy the process.. who knows when I’ll get there in fact it really doesn’t matter if I do. The people who receive my quilts will feel the love I’ve stitched into them and really that’s all that really matters to me. I want my quilts to be carried around, used and cherished for their comfort not for their perky points. But one little award sure wouldn’t hurt my feelings