Sometimes I can work on a project and it absorbs me. Whether it be the mood, or the way that particular project has grabbed my soul, all else around seems to dissolve away. The fact that I need to sleep or eat annoys me. Work? Family? Friends? Can’t they see that this is where I need to be focused right now? I love those moments, when the project fills me with energy and motivation. It seems to be creating itself, I am the tool it is using to come to life. These moments are rare and fleeting.
I am working on my fourth postage stamp quilt, made of my now famed ‘two inch treasures.’ This one will be another big one, using 3,128 squares. I love these quilts, they are like hours of entertainment wrapped up in a hug. The few duplicates become a matching game, the novelties can be hunted, you can count how many squares have stripes or purple flowers, the possibilities are endless. One interesting thing about these quilts is that, when you let them be completely random, they all turn out looking pretty much just the same as the last one. But as every square foot evolves, each combination is totally different from the others. Usually that keeps me propelled. I have completed 57 of the 64 twelve inch blocks, the end is in sight! Seven left, finishing will be a piece of cake, right?
Definitely not! For the last three weeks I have been finding every possible excuse to NOT do them. I walk by them, thinking, “I am invisible, they cannot see me!” Maybe, if I stay really busy avoiding them, they will disappear (or a quilt fairy will finish them!) Like Waldo in his books, I can become lost! The waiting blocks will not notice me.So, in my imaginary “Where’s Mary?” book, the pages grow. I work in my garden. After all, with our record heat, humidity, and rain the weeds have grown SO much faster than the flowers and vegetables. Surely I am needed here. The blocks will wait for a rainy day.
I walk around the lake. The exercise is certainly better for me than sitting at a sewing machine. There have been egrets again this year, here in the heart of town, and the wood ducks are so cute! Slather on the sunscreen, here I come!
There is so much else to be done, the dishes, the laundry, sweeping the stray threads off the floors. Surely these things need me more than the Last Seven Blocks. My mind flits about between countless things, as though it is generating a ‘to do’ list to fill every waking moment for the next twenty years. (The Last Seven Blocks do not appear to be on that list.)Time passes quickly. Work to do. Scrabble with a friend. A movie with my son and his girlfriend. Dinner at my sister’s. The third Steig Larsson novel to read. A blog to write! More and more pages for the “Where’s Mary?” volume.
But there they sit, the makings of these Last Seven Blocks. Four hundred and forty eight tiny fabric pieces feeling like miniature irritations. They are starting to weigh on me, silently nagging me the way the need to do your taxes or have a root canal nags. I know I am a grownup and should just sit down and do them. Avoidance is not helping. Denial is not working. I need a swift kick in the patoody!
So, my readers, please hold me accountable. I will finish these blocks this week! By Saturday I will post them here. Perhaps even before, but, well, there are still a lot of weeds in that garden, and two more chapters to read.
Please tell me I am not alone in this self-distraction. Do you find yourself avoiding some projects while others call your name? How do you shake the “Last Seven Blocks Blues?” Let me know, but in the meantime, I think my refridgerator needs cleaning…