Last week I had this idea. One that I couldn’t — or didn’t — shake off. An idea that seemed totally reasonable at the time, as ideas often do. I’ve been feeling so inspired with my quilting lately that I decided I would turn one of my designs from the #30daysofquiltdesign challenge into reality…and I would submit it for QuiltCon 2017.
The deadline is November 30.
My fabric arrived on Monday.
Did I mention that this week is Thanksgiving?
Did I mention that I’ve got a big work meeting next week on the last 2 days of the month?
And somehow, despite all this, making an entire quilt in one week seemed doable. I had already planned to take this whole week off work, and some part of my brain decided that would give me plenty of time to not only finish a quilt, but finish one with the care and attention to detail required to actually submit to a show.
(Why do I want to submit a quilt to a show? I’m not even entirely sure about that, other than to say that I am a “gold star junkie” and getting a quilt accepted into a show seems like a nice gold star.)
On Monday night I dutifully cut my fabric. Yesterday before Jose and the girls got home, I pieced the entire top and basted the sandwich. I sewed basically all day, which I have never done before, and I have to admit that I’m actually pretty impressed with what I was able to accomplish in 7 hours. I did a ton, and I did it all with care — my piecing on the top is as accurate as any I’ve ever done.
But when last night rolled around and the girls were in bed, I just didn’t want to sew anymore. I thought about how I really had to get back to quilting if I wanted to finish by the deadline. I thought about how the quilting will take me several hours if I really do it right. (And I want to do it right!) But after sewing all day, I just wasn’t feeling it.
So I didn’t sew.
And for once, I didn’t let myself feel guilty about not making as much progress as I feel like I “could” or “should.” I sat down on the couch and watched an episode of Silicon Valley with Jose. We talked about politics. We commiserated on Charlotte’s evening fussiness and Emma’s lack of listening skills. I did actually sit back down at the sewing machine for about 45 minutes later in the evening, but overall I just…let it go.
I might still finish it by the end of the month, but really? I probably won’t. I’m not going to push myself unnecessarily to make it happen. Instead, I’ll keep plugging away and when it’s finished, I know it will be something I can be proud of, because I took the time to make it turn out exactly like I want.
And hey, there are plenty of other quilt shows…