I have been neglecting this little space for a few weeks now. To be honest, I have not felt very inspired lately. Things have been a bit hectic around here and I have been, for lack of a better word, distracted.
Fortunately, this distraction and lack of inspiration seems to be dissipating and I am back. And just when I needed it, something caught my eye and inspired and motivated me to create something (that's you, Andria:)).
I never thought I would be a quilter. I thought it was just for lonely middle aged women and grandmas. I used to think that a quilt was the most uncool thing on earth.
Little did I know that it can be quite therapeutic.
The measuring and cutting...
The pressing (fancy term for ironing)...
And of course the sewing. Lots of sewing.
Following a set pattern or idea, but improvising as needed. Not knowing if it will turn out exactly the way you envisioned but also being open to mistakes, imperfections and the unexpected.
And making all of those things work for you and learning from them as well.
Using up some leftover favorite fabrics and incorporating some new, exciting fabrics.
Enjoying the process, even if it does not go just the way you thought it would. Even if it was harder than you anticipated or took longer than you wanted.
The end product is a piece of you. Representing that time in your life, your choices. Providing a stepping stone or building block for future endeavors.