It is January 1, 2020, the first day of the calendar year. In my life December 29th always starts a new year. On December 29 many moons ago, I started a new life with the love of my life. Since that was a busy day, and the next few days were just as hectic, January 1 is as good a day to begin blogging again, and a good day to get down into my dungeon studio to quilt. And I actually mean I plan to prepare to do some good old fashioned quilting on my home sewing machine, rather than the short-arm Mega-Quilter.
As I pulled the project off the design wall where it has been hanging for months, and retrieved the batting from its closet, I realized I had no backing. I went to my main fabric cabinet and stood staring at the loads of fabric on the shelves and not a single piece of white fabric was large enough for this project and it had to be white. It isn’t even a large project. I then moved over to another smaller cabinet. As I stood there and looked at the small pile of luscious white fabrics that I had high hopes of using for some special dying projects , I considered how long those pieces of fabric had already been in that cabinet. I had to decide... do I use what I have or push the satiny white fabric back onto the shelf ? My other two options were to wait until tomorrow when the quilt shops opened, after all it is January 1, or run out to the big box fabric store that is open today? I know myself well enough that if I wait until tomorrow for the quilt shop to open, something else will take precedent and I might as well hang the project back up on the design wall. And if I had to get in my cold car, drive the miles to the big box fabric store, then wait in lines with others trying to get some good sale prices, I would come home no longer desiring to sew. I contemplated both of those other options for about 2 minutes and grabbed that fabric and firmly shut the cabinet door.
Who knows if I will ever get to the original, special project the fabric was intended for, but today a project is longingly, calling to my creative inner self, and that is special enough for this day.
Now can I find the right color of gray thread? Why does one look green and the other two blue? And why don’t I just have a gray-gray thread in the myriad of spools I own.