First off, let me say Happy Birthday to my son, Chad. He’s grown into quite the man, with a wife and boys of his own, but I still think back to the days when he was my little boy.
And secondly, let me say thanks to Lee, of Freshly Pieced Fabrics who is hosting this WIP Wednesday.
Third, here’s what I’m working on: finishing up Scrappy Stars. [Scroll down to the earlier post for the gory details of this quilt top's finish.] I’m planning the back, trying to decide if I want to quilt it, or if I want to take it over to my quilter. I already know I’m binding it in that Quilters Linen fabric–I have some saved.
Other Random Thoughts:
Need to sew three gifts for three different people
It’s end of semester wrap-up with my English class (Research Essay, an in-class essay, and some odds and ends of grammar)
Thinking about summer sewing: what do I want to accomplish?
Eyeing the teetering stacks of fabrics
shoved in neatly arranged in my closet
Realized I’ve not made one Cross-X block at all this spring
Nor the planned Sol Lewitt quilt
Haven’t finished that second skirt that I wanted to make
I’m not even going to look at the garage
The new apps for the iPad have been purchased, but I haven’t had time to learn them (couldn’t we use some owner’s manuals about now? Why is it that only cars get to have them? And obvious things like toasters?)
Planning which book to do first for the Cindy & Elizabeth Book Stash
Thinking about my gingham quilt–for the Krista & Elizabeth Summer Gingham Quilt-A-Long (go get your gingham if you want to play)
Doing the Scrappy Stars quilt has taught me that I need to think more carefully about what I want to work on. If I were a young quilter, the universe of quilts would stretch out before me and I wouldn’t have to prioritize. But one of the frustrations of the Scrappy Star was the time limitations. We always have fabric limitations, I know, but I was ready to be done with that thing long before it was to the “done” point, and was getting cranky at how much time I was spending spinning my wheels, going nowhere.
Time can be a friend or foe, and it’s not like I’m going to kick the bucket here anytime soon, but I’m just saying that the perception of limited time is something I think about, and have heard echoed in other quilters’ blogs. I remember when Chad was little, the children tick-tocked my day away, then they grew and were gone. Now my day’s clock is driven less by external forces than by the realization that the day seems to slip away too quickly, and I’m once again, crunched for time.