Ever since we moved into the house the beginning of March, it’s been as if there was a force field across the sewing room door that I couldn’t break through. Once I had my fabric and other things unpacked, I rarely went in – always something else to be done, especially in the mornings. By the time I was free, I just felt too drained to concentrate. When I did risk looking at the borders on Aaryana’s quilt, I discovered that I’d done one section wrong, and, aside from unpicking the stitches and redoing the 2″ bit, nothing.
I did get my machine out and hauled it to an open-evening at the local quilt shop, driven by a new friend, Gwynne, who, unfortunately, has now left for her home near Oslo, and will be having her second child in a week. I didn’t want to wrestle with the baby quilt there, so I got out the pieced blocks that go with the blocks I’ve been sporadically hand appliqueing. Just getting organized to go, I discovered that I’d miscounted what I needed, and would have to recut and redo. I was beginning to wonder if I’d done ANYTHING right.
I was beginning to feel like a fake – a wanna-be quilter – an imposter. Maybe I should just sell all the fabric and quit pretending. Use the room for something else.
On the weekend, we got busy repacking boxes and moving things into the attic. I hadn’t realized that it was actually usable space, and had everything piled in the downstairs bedroom…… wondering how on earth I was going to clear it out for company. All day Tuesday I worked, sorting and packing things into boxes small enough to be manageable. i called the moving company and arranged for them to come and pick up all the empty boxes and used packing paper. I contacted Fretex – the local second-hand store – to come and pick up the futon and assorted other things. The house was suddenly feeling like a home instead of a junk shop.
I only have the two long pink borders to put on, and this quilt will be ready for quilting. And I DO already have the space cleared to put the frame up in the basement.
I need to do a bit of rearranging in the sewing room –actually, it’s two small rooms, joined together. Here’s the fabric and cutting area.Ihave lovely big windows to let in the natural light – and right now, it doesn’t get dark until really late. It is a far cry from the space I had in Kuwait and Muscat, but if the muse is back, then I can make it work.
I hope now the curse has been lifted, and I can create all those things I’ve had rattling around accusingly in my head. It’s like being reborn.