"My quilts are all just an expression of who I am and the journey I took to get there."It’s the end of the year (almost) and people are starting to get reflective. I want to make more quilts that reflect who I am. I guess I have been doing that, but I need to feel the satisfaction of having done that once I finish them.. maybe it’s a psychological thing. But anyway..
I finshed something.
It’s big, REALLY big, but it’s not exactly done yet (they haven’t signed off and paid me yet..)
|Oh Daruma, we're almost there!|
It kept me busy. It made me think. It brought me closer to friends and made me hone my skills. I feel—accomplished.
But it also caused a horrible amount of stress and sleep deprivation, tested my endurance and my marriage.. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, right? (Costas, I love you.)And someone asked me lately, “Was it worth it?” My answer, “I don’t know yet.”
I wanted to write this post to capture how I’ve been feeling this week, at the project’s end, but I really don’t know how I feel about the whole process until I can share it with you. When it’s DONE done, I’ll let you know (probably by screaming from the rooftops), but until then I guess I just need to let the experience marinate, and perhaps move on to something else?
I’ve got an orphan block quilt up on the design wall.. it’s not what I’m “supposed” to be working on this month, but it’s really speaking to me, so I need to see where the idea takes me..