Some blog posts are long and thought out--dealing with questions--what is art? what is craft? All those issues that I think about. These posts raise questions--more issues to think about--can functional work be art? what labels should one use? Other posts are short and too the point.
I feel like I was getting bogged down with the current quilt. First I was excited--it was going to be great--I just knew it. The pieces just flowed together. Then those periods of doubts--is it too dark? too red? are the colors too seasonal? The should-a, would-a, could-a phase. Don't you hate that--working on the faith that maybe there is something in the idea but not really sure if you believe it yourself.
There was too much invested in the quilt to quit now. I don't need another UFO if you know what I mean. Plus the Baltimore Craft Show is in less than a month--argh!! There is not time to do anything else. So I slugged onward. The hand finish work is the worst--so much time to think and worry. It seems like I will never ever get it done. You must know that feeling also.
Then today I added another row and looked at it. Suddenly the colors start to glow. The color progression is starting to work. The repetition is adding to the piece. Now I have a purpose. No time for a long blog post. I want to finish it--take it to my photographer for its formal portrait. I can plan other items to get my display to work at the show. Of course I still two more rows to add up at the top. Bindings. Velcro. Cleaning it up. Ironing it. I hang the almost finished quilt next to colors of autumn. Won't they look great together?
The snow has stopped, the sun is shining. I snap a picture--just a hint--since my readers are so great. What do you think? Is this quilt starting to sing? Have you ever felt that sudden sense of relief?