Don't you just love the euphoria of starting a new project? You love the colors you picked. You relish the feel of that fabric you have been drooling over as it flows under your fingertips. You swoosh with ease through the multiple layers of fabric with your rotary cutter, freshly outfitted with a new blade. This new blade does not have that repetitive glitchy hitch like its predecessor from when you ran over that pin once early on and convinced yourself then it was too new a blade to replace. You enjoy seeing how that pattern you picked really "works" as you figure it out and get into an assembly rhythm. You are convinced that at the stellar rate you are progressing you will have completed all 257 blocks of your most eye-catching creation by tomorrow morning. Aaah, the splendid departure from reality. I love being in that zone! Here is a peek at a new quilt I have started out of batiks.
I love the color intensity. The fabrics I have shown read like a solid but some of my other selections are a bit more busy. I hope I can combine hues varied enough to contrast against the business. We shall see. I am using fat eighths instead of fat quarters as called for on the pattern and so far, so good. I will reveal the pattern in another post but I am very pleased with its layout, illustrations, and instructional detail. And what quilt does not have just a few half square triangles sprinkled in for zest?
Since I am home recovering next week as well, I plan to sew and blog a bit several times during my recuperation. Stay tuned. Gee, what a shame I cannot yet drive to the grocery store and lug those heavy bags into the house. "Lift nothing over 10 lbs" per doctor's orders. But the weight of a fat quarter? Not even close!
After my November kidney stone incident and before my December gall bladder surgery, though not fabricating any quilts, I was thinking about quilting... honest! To speed recovery after surgery you are encouraged to think calming thoughts, recite positive affirmations, and visualize relaxing scenarios. The night before my surgery the last thing I did before bed was walk through my sewing room, focus on my design wall (Grinch quilt still poised there), then gaze at and stroke several fabrics in my stash. I reviewed my pattern collection. I told myself if things got dicey I would concentrate on the assembly of my next quilt to distract myself. Some people envision a sunny serene meadow or a shady forest glade to soothe. For me, it's the beauty and intricacy of a quilt in planning. Quilting. Better than yoga meditation.
I have not yet discovered if I've cut any pieces wrong. I have not yet had to stop to discover a creative way to recover, to find a close twin fabric to substitute. I have not yet put the blocks on a design wall and, with self-doubt, chastised myself with, "What were you thinking...?". Hopefully those events will not occur. But if they do I will rise to the challenge... and still love every minute of it.