I have a really awesome project in the works. It's for my mom's birthday, which was on August 13th. I would love to show it to you, but it's not finished...mostly because I'm making it up, and it includes some techniques that I don't know how to do. Referring back to my skirt post, I know that I decided that I needed to follow a few patterns instead of doing things I don't know how to do, making them too complicated, and struggling through processes that would be a lot easier if I were following a pattern. Nevertheless, my imagination is boundless, and this will be awesome when it is finished...which will happen...at some point.
In the mean time, I've been procrastinating. [gasp!] Oh don't act so surprised. Procrastinating is one of the things I do best...along with hula-hooping, Disney trivia, and Encore, an excellent game of song lyric recall.
Anyway, this project for my mom kept my making on the back burner for a while until I decided that if I wasn't going to work on her present anyway, that shouldn't stop me from doing something. I felt out my creative inclinations, and I decided that I was in the mood for some crazy quilting. (For those of you not in the know, crazy quilting is a sewing technique and does not refer to the psychological state of the quilter in question.) So I pulled out some fabric that I had set aside for the embroidery hoop project I didn't do because I'm a fabric hoarder. And I took a pair of scissors to it. Muahaha!!!
Jagged edges, no precise measurements, just a pair of scissors cutting out random strips and shapes. It felt freeing, irreverent, to mangle the fabric I had treasured for so long. And as I cut and ironed and sewed and ironed again, I found myself having a profoundly lovely time. The simple repetition, piecing the colors together like a puzzle, seeing the fabric grow into something new...it was...joy. I ended up with a rather large swatch of crazy quilting that I couldn't decide what to do with, but I think it will end up in an embroidery hoop on my wall, just as it was originally intended. Maybe I'll do some embroidery on it. Maybe not. Maybe I will surround it with remaining fabric cased in embroidery hoops of various sizes. Maybe not. Maybe it will be a pillow or something else all together. The important thing was that I did something. And I enjoyed it thoroughly. Mission accomplished.......kind of...because my mom's birthday present still isn't done. :o/