So last year I started a quilt top that was a remake of one done for my youngest daughter’s good friend (more about remakes coming soon….). It wasn’t meant to be more than a picnic blanket, in that I was going to use an old flannel sheet as batting, a floral cotton sheet purchased from a thrift store for the back. Sort of an experimental quilt, or maybe just an excuse to employ a stack of squares that I loved too much to give away.
How often does that happen, not only in quilting, but in writing; I’m hording how many rough drafts, plus a few that desperately require a sequel, in the hopes that one day I’ll complete those tales or rework them into a releasable form. And I won’t even mention storylines that continue to percolate in my gray matter with no discernible foothold in the writing schedule. A writing schedule, what’s that? My goodness, far gone are the days when I had more time than sense, books scribbled within a month or so as though my life would always be so unfettered.
Ahem, let’s back to this quilt, (although I can never truly escape the prose); after finishing my grandson’s birthday present, I pulled out this project in need of some hand-quilting. I had no idea how many stitches remained, it was just something to do in the evenings while the Golden State Warriors entertained. But one night last week I sewed the last of those hand-quilted rows, and suddenly all that remained was to bind it up! I’d planned to use the backing for that job, but changed my mind, sewing up a colorful binding, then machine attaching it on both sides. Usually I hand-sew the back of the binding, but felt compelled to complete this, what with its end coming without any warning. I didn’t need to belabor this quilt any longer than necessary….
And now it’s washed, draped over the back of our sofa, arousing parallels to other aspects of my creative life; I’ve read through part thirteen of The Hawk, and to my shock, it’s much more cohesive than how I remember it from last… Summer, autumn, jeez, I can’t even accurately recall the last time I wrote! Okay, well anyways, it’s in fairly good shape for how disjointed I felt when writing it which means…. Writing some more is basically just around the corner.
Um, whoops, there it is??? Sure, who needs a schedule anyways, lol. Grandkids are constantly mastering new tricks, maybe abuelas can too. If nothing else, I have a quilt in the can, plot twists aching for resolution, and as free of an agenda as anytime in the last three and a half years, meaning no babies are imminently due, ha ha ha. Writing won’t be as it used to (if it ever returns to my previous output), but over the last few years I’ve certainly managed to produce a fair amount of prose, alongside quilts. Learning grandmotherly skills has also meant shuffling my previous hobbies from their former glories, but maybe now some happy co-existence will result. This quilt is proof of that, a new top amid recycled batting and backing, with a fresh binding holding everything in place. What’s old is new again, and what lingers isn’t always forgotten. More about another remodeling job next week….