Existential Crisis this morning.
I don’t know how you choose what you’ll make for a quilt, whether it be the fabric pulls you in, or you see a design on someone’s blog or in a magazine. I chose this for both of those reasons, and now, more than halfway through getting the blocks assembled, I’m thinking: Really? You really want to make this? Because even though you’re getting the blocks pinned together, you still have to sew them down. Then make the sashing (another slew of piecing) and the borders (I’m simplifying the pattern). Then back it, quilt it, and just how big do you want this to be? Bed sized? Wall-hanging? Who’s going to quilt it–you?
So you could say I’m knee-deep in the quilty swamp. This is how quilts become UFOs. Somewhere along the line your fervor for a quilt begins to wane, another fabric group comes along that calls to you from the fabric store, you spend soooo much time on something that you just get sick of it.
No good answers today. Here are the eight so far: three appliqued down onto the fabric and five pinned together.
A photo of eight with the sunlight streaming onto the blocks in the late afternoon. I was tired.
Still tired today.