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What are you doing?

Are there days you find yourself circling looking for something you want?

I wrote on my morning pages all the things I could do today. My list involved things I could do in my workroom. Clear out empty boxes that are taking up space. I checked that off. Then my stair stepper was in the way. I always kept it under the sofa in the living room should the urge to exercise strike. When we put down a new rug in the living room the stair step was moved to my workroom — yeah like I am going to exercise there?  It went back downstairs to live under the sofa again. I need all the floor space in my workroom. Moving the stair stepper opened up enough space to set up my ladder to put yarn bins back on the shelf.

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If you have followed what I’ve written you may remember I started sorting, and then I sorted some more, and then more. It was like an obsession. I am not an obsessive person. I just got to a point where I couldn’t find what I wanted when I wanted it. It happened again.

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Since I have been going around in circles I thought it might be better to stop making new work and go back to working in a series which is what I like to do. I have to follow my instinct and my intuition. I wanted to find the last piece of art that was almost finished, but where did I put it? I am to the point where I can find everything.  I have separated my finished works from my unfinished works and labeled it all.

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I looked everywhere that I thought it could be for three days. Then I told myself, it will turn up I am certain. I was lost for what I may have done with it. Where did I remember having it last? The living room next to my favorite chair where I do my hand quilting, yes I still hand quilt special pieces which will probably never know a washing machine. One morning I thought of the most obscure place I might put it. I was knitting pet blankets in December, but then company was coming, so I fast gathered. Under the stairs there was a basket with bulky yarn. On top of the basket was the lid to a box I was using to put donation books into. I lifted the lid covering the yarn. Almost completely covered by the yarn was a corner of the quilt — hiding.  I found you, my Very Colorful Quilt, a reason to celebrate.

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Quilting: try to stay organized

Oh yes, what is it? Is it a flaw, is it too many things on my plate. Too many projects? Heaven forbid. I feel I am getting more organized — but am I getting too organized? I know I just saw that — but where is it now? I know I have a considerable amount of Auntie Grace fabric but I can’t find it and I know I just saw it.

I have decided it may be time to make a page in one of my notebooks, preferably the notebook labeled 2016 and it will say:

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Quilting 101

I have been spinning my wheels for some time now. I’ve been sorting and wondering why I am stuck in this rut. Then it dawned on me. Although for most I may not appear to be organized — but an organized person is one who can find what they need when they need it. That was me until we emptied my studio to put down new flooring — which I do love.

Fabric was brought back into the workspace and just put helter-skelter on the shelves. It would make for interesting work if that were the way I worked. I have been lost and instead of making new work I am looking at UFOs  (unfinished work) and trying to get my head around finishing them. That just isn’t possible when I can’t find what I need.

There was a time when I put all my WIP (works in progress) in shiny silver boxes supplied by a lovely local department store and labeled them. Even then when I open the box I find I am one fabric short, the dye-lots don’t even come close to the colors created today, which is a hazard of having projects that date back into the last century. Wow that sounds old and it is. But they are still worth finishing when I find the fabric in my many piles.

So I asked a trusted art buddy, Kim Burke, in Los Angeles to give me her opinion. She suggested putting the old projects aside and “MOVE ON.” I knawed on it for all of about 15 minutes and decided that was a worthy opinion and advice.

I put what I was working on into a shoe box and pulled out a different shoe box of 1 1/2 inch cut strips. This is not what I had in mind, it isn’t arty nor is it flamboyant, it is sweet. So this is March 11, 2016 and I am looking at my breakfast smoothie of banana, mandarin oranges and mango —

DAY ONE: Aunty Grace fabric and it looks like I will be making a baby quilt, smoothie in hand.

Quilt DAY ONE

Quilting: I Found My Sewing Table

I found the top of my sewing table today. It was buried under sorting boxes.

I have so many fat quarters. They are like eating potato chips. I promised myself when I first saw fat quarters I was not going to give into the temptation and buy even one.  I think it was the day I went to the fabric store and needed just a little of a certain fabric to finish my project but it was all gone. That was when I saw a basket at my feet and it had a fabric that looked exactly like the one I was looking for. I picked it up, yes, it was the exact fabric. There were also a couple more so I picked up three, but wait, they were 5 for $5.00. Do I need 5 of these? Five for $5.00 I’ll just buy two more.

So it started. My obsession for fat quarters. Then at a conference I met M’liss Hawley, don’t call her, Melissa. She would go on to write Fat Quarter books. Others had this addiction for fat quarters. Because fat quarters seem to multiply in the dark they are like Tribbles. There is trouble brewing. Today I decided to pick out 30+ fat quarters and cut them up into 2″ squares. It hasn’t happened yet but the space it cleared.

Tomorrow is Easter and I hope everyone reading this has a blessed day.

I made an Apricot-Coconut Cake this afternoon. That and basketball took up my afternoon. I’ll cut squares tomorrow — I don’t want to rush into this.

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This is what is on the wall at the moment a long forgotten WIP = work in progress.