Some “bummer” news

Grasping Reality: Fifteen

Well, I got the letter today that said the Grasping Reality: Fifteen quilt was not selected as a finalist in the New Quilts from an Old Favorite contest this year. I’m a bit bummed out about it, but only a bit. I may send it ’round to the other shows, but I’m also considering just selling it. What do you think?

Deadlines and commitments

Traditional Rose of Sharon BlockI received a response to an email I sent a couple of weeks ago to my oldest DD’s music teacher this morning, and he apologized for the lateness of his reply. He said “I put the band back together I should have my head examined.” My instant thought was “been there, done that.” I wrote back: “Isn’t it funny how we work so hard to do something we think we want to do, and then once we’re in the middle of it, we wonder if we were crazy? I do it all the time.”

Not with a band, of course, since I absolutely don’t play any instruments, but I definitely do over commit myself to myself and my art, and it needs to stop. Take this last quilt for example. I’ll let the cat out of the bag here: the Grasping Reality: Fifteen quilt is headed for the MAQS New Quilts from an Old Favorite contest this year. The theme block is the Rose of Sharon (one variation is shown here), and I brainstormed for a year off and on to come up with an idea for a design. The Rose of Sharon is one of those quilt blocks that I’ve never liked, and I’d never make a quilt out of it using the traditional block, so I thought it would be quite a coup if I could design a quilt that I love based on a block that I dislike.

I’d given up finally when nothing seemed right, because I didn’t want to be rushed on it by a deadline and time was marching on. Unfortunately, though the conscious part of my brain knew that I shouldn’t keep thinking about the contest and a design, my subconscious was still hard at work, and when I saw Chelsea’s drawing, I was inspired to make it into a quilt for the MAQS contest and time was already a bit short.

Maybe I should have had my head examined. Continue reading “Deadlines and commitments”

A day of quilting for a change!

I found this Blogthing that looked like fun, so I took the little quiz, and here’s how it came out:

You Belong in Winter

Quiet, calm, and totally at peace…
You’re happy to be at home, wrapped in a blanket, completely snowed in
Whether you’re lighting a fire or having a snowball fight, you always feel best in the winter.

Those of you who know me are probably snickering right now, since it’s soooo true (except the part about snowball fights!). I’m such an indoor girl, and I can’t wait for it to start being winter-ish! I love sweaters, fires, snow (if it’s outside and I’m in!) and winter cooking, if I really must cook at all! And quilts are a cozy warm thing too, so it all fits together nicely.

I’m having a quilt day today: I put more crystals on the Grasping Reality quilt, choose fabrics for my next project and worked on the design a bit (more on that later!). Coincidentially, the fabrics I’m planning to use do look slightly winter-ish, except for a splash of purple I threw in with the dark to light grey-blues. I’ll be spending the evening on some math, working out fabric requirements for this new quilt. It’s been a while since I spent a whole day just doing quilting things, and it’s been really nice! What did you do this fine autumn weekend?

Quilting with Patches and Shadow: Helping out

Shadow helping with the crystalsIt’s been awhile since the last Quilting with Patches and Shadow update, but here’s a good one for you. I’m working on the Swarovski crystals on the Grasping Reality: Fifteen quilt, and of course, Shadow has to be right in the middle of it all.

‘Course, Shadow has to be in the middle of everything, really. He’s just that kind of cat. Patches is content to be in the same room with me, and if I get up and leave the room, he waits a bit to see if I’ll come back right away (like maybe it was just a short trip to the bathroom or something). Not so with Shadow. If I leave the room he’s on my heels, and when I come out of the bathroom, he’s sitting across the doorway where I have to step over him to get by.

I’m not so sure I’m fond of this little cat at all; we definitely haven’t bonded at this point. Maybe when he grows out of the “kitten stupids” and quits waking me up every night scratching on things and generally being rotten, sometimes three or four times a night, we’ll be better friends.