Thursday, June 24, 2010
I have my arms in the air. I’m victory-lapping. I’m motorcading on parade, blowing kisses to flag-waving, wide-eyed children, bearing the Olympic flame into the opening ceremony arena. And guess what? I reckon I’ve grown up a wee bit.
Not ever, never, ever, has anyone complimented me on anything without the prompting of my awful, internal, eternal: ‘Yes, BUT...’. It’s a vile and nasty affliction, that infinite, fruitless search for absolute perfection – and by crikey, it’s BORING.
This quilt is my first, from go to woe. There had been a whole lot of dithering over what should become of some hoarded fabric treasures and I’d, predictably, bored myself senseless. It took a craft camp and a ‘suck it and see’ approach to cutting into a colour palette of everything red, grey/blue, natural/whitish to get things moving. Move they did.
Even though there were so many things I would angst over and unpick and tweak if this was, say, a design job for a client, damnation it was refreshing to just let fabric strips stay where they (pretty much) fell. Not disillusioned by a long and drawn out editing process, I have since thoroughly enjoyed the meditative process of the hand quilting, the handsewing of the binding and lo! there is actually something to snuggle under – just like I said there would.
The bit that brings me such great joy, is that I actually love it more for the mistakes. The ‘horsey’, uneven stitches at the start of my hand quilting efforts, a discovered typo I wouldn’t change for the world, the brown and white stripe binding (that works better than a charcoal/white stripe which I was so sure would be the way to go). The brown and white was there in my stash and guess what, Myrtle and Eunice Graphic Designer Lady Who Should Know a Thing or Two About Colour – suck on them lemons! The overall effect is softer on the eye and the brown ‘reads’ as a warm grey anyway and how’s that for learning something new?
So, apologies for all the pics. I couldn’t help but indulge and celebrate a wee while. Right before I throw the thing in a nervous first wash, in an attempt to get that nice wrinkled quilty thing happening. I did not pre-wash any fabrics, and hooley cadooley, there are quite some number in there, clanging alarm bells.
I’ll be less convinced about all that victory lapping bizzo, if what I end up with, is a quilt gone PINK.
I’ve been up to the eyeballs in real life lately and am very much looking forward to grabbing a cuppa (or ten!) and checking out all the creative happenings via Kirsty’s place... (right after I pick myself up from the floor after a Prime Ministerial leadership spill of gobsmacking, breathtaking expedience).