Sunday, May 22, 2016
Finished my nosegay quilt
with the scalloped border. But, I put it away without taking a picture.
I find that my taste in quilting is changing a little. I look at the tops hanging up downstairs and am no longer content to just embrace a fabric line, quickly piece it from someone else's pattern, and then lightly quilt it.
I have tops that I'm no longer "in love" with. They don't express the quilter I've become. I'm giving one of them to a group that machine quilts things for the Festival of the Trees. Maybe they'll want more than one.
I used to feel true bliss as I sat in front of my sewing machine and cranked out top after top. Now I want what I do to be an expression of who I am, how I feel about things, and I want it to say something that will be important to the next generation that inherits it.
I guess that's a lot to ask.
I am no longer content to just check off the items on my mental list. I don't want what I do to just be another finish in the long line of finishes.
And, that's the way I feel about my most recent completed project. Nothing special . . . just done.
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