One downside about moving from sea to shining sea (and back again) in under two years is having to face the disgrace that is a stash of incomplete projects. Remember I said ONE - stay tuned for future posts with a similar theme.I have my full quilter's share of unfinished projects with a list just as long of reasons for them remaining incomplete. Those reasons run the gamut from just plain losing interest to waiting for the 'perfect' fabric for that final border. The subject of my post today has to do with lack of confidence. That's right, lack of confidence. I thought about it for a while and realized that is was never a lack of skill, I just couldn't quite figure out how to undertake the next step.
I found the first mention of this project on Oct. 19, 2007. Followed quickly with a post on October 21, 2007 and then again on October 25, 2007. I have very clear memory of stitching my fingers til they were practically numb while watching coverage of the wildfires raging in our area. I mentioned my progress again on November 5, 2007 and finally on December 12, 2007.
That's the point where I reached the end of my confidence, stuffed everything into a large paper bag and waited for the quilting elves to arrive under cover of dark and finish it for me.
I guess they never received the change of address card.
This morning I went out to the garage, rooted around in some of the yet unpacked boxes of quilting supplies and projects, and brought it once more into the light of day. Most of the pennies just required a little pressing. Others needed a shot of steam.
The magazine pages are a little rumpled and crumpled, due in part to my leafing through them again and again as well as from their 6,000 plus mile journey.
But the good news is that I have had some sort of quilting epiphany. I had been struggling with how to lay out the pennies in even rows for applique (without some sort of elaborate use of rulers - gotta keep it simple.)
I have a plan. I am ready to stitch. This quilt has been waiting a long, long time. I threw away the paper bag so there are no excuses left and no place for it to hide.