I don't know why I have to make such a big deal of sewing.
I have had this material since my grandson was born. That will be three months in two days. And now I am, at last, bravely cutting the material and single-mindedly sewing.
After a few little tweaks...like setting the material all folded up in little squares, then in strips, out on my bed, to see how it might go together; after looking at countless quilting patterns, after downloading quilting apps, after coloring paper strips and piecing them together, after taking everything out and putting it away again about 10 times; and after going to the store and buying ANOTHER larger cutting mat and new rotary cutter, it just materialized, so to speak.
Two days ago, I came to the realization that I didn't want to put so much work
into the quilt that I wouldn't want a baby to use it, and the job became so
much easier to start! I began cutting and sewing yesterday.
I am looking at the floor that needs vacuuming, and the laundry that should be started. I am thinking about the trip to PA, and how my house should be clean when my friend comes to tend to the dog and cat while we spend Thanksgiving with our new family branch that never existed before this year. But suddenly, I really want him to have this quilt. I want him to have it for Thanksgiving.
What if something happened to me and he never got a quilt from Nannie? What if all he got were the pieces of fabric? Someone else would have to put the pieces together, and then it wouldn't be from my heart and hands to his.
I have finally started. Now I have to finish.