Once upon a time, quite some time ago, a wanna - be -quilter began a new adventure
I chose the colours with what can only be described as manic zeal.
and then rested.
Saint Linds prompted, prodded, tutored and threatened me until I had actually sewn the strips together.
and that was as far as I got!
Just last week, as I was going through my 'stuff', I stumble upon my masterpiece.
What to do?
In the driveway was a trailer ready to take my unwanted 'stuff' to the rubbish tip.
Thinking I had Buckleys chance of actually finishing it - and considering the fact that I hadn't blogged for 6 months (and nobody would know) onto the 'out 'pile it went.
Guilt and a sense of unfinished business set in.
There was a lesson in this for me.
So, off to my friend Roses' place me and my unfinished quilt went.
It is timely for me to inform you that Rose has on her resumes, 'seamstress'. True to say that there have been many a time when Rose has rescued me (taken over) as I have remained tight lipped and allowed people to believe that I could actually sew.
That is not the exact truth. I suspect I can sew. But I don't get any joy from it and ultimately go for the give - in (sabotage) approach.
I really want to enjoy it.
I feel I should enjoy it.
But alas -
So, I am at Rose's place when she seeks reassurance that it is me not her about to sew. I assure her I am. My plan is to rip through it on the machine. What will be, will be. I am going to be ok with the outcome.
My plan is to embrace the obvious.
Embrace the faults in my quilt (add a few more even) and celebrate completion in spite of perfection.
And so - another drum roll please...........
The imperfect quilt.
and I am ok with that!
What next? - let me see!
I just might try crocheting - only kidding Linds ;)