Been working on The Hawk this week, although one step forward has translated to two chapters backwards. At this stage, without proper justification I can’t blithely say, “Oh yes, Stanford will be attending the Fourth of July activities even if he has dropped the Snyders like a hot potato.”
That was what I did the last time I got some noveling accomplished. However, hindsight is 20/20, and laying the groundwork wasn’t more than changing chapter numbers, then writing a couple thousand words which add to more than the word count. No cheating allowed when so close to the finish line….
Ahem. But that’s not all I wish to say today, although it has been on my mind, alongside another idea that current resides as no more than a playlist. Ah, the days of playlists and pounding out rough drafts within thirty days. Man, that feels like ages ago, long before quilts muscled their cottony ways into my life. And if my sewing machine wasn’t enough of a distraction, now there’s hexagons and glue sticks and English paper piecing (EPP). What???
Over Easter, I chatted with my son-in-law’s mum about how aging has taken its toll on our creative output. After seven or eight o’clock in the evenings, both of us are toast when it comes to fashioning crafts that take precision. Hand-sewing doesn’t fall under that header, but there hasn’t been much to tackle since I completed the blue quilt binding, and while plenty of projects line the quilt walls, very little of it is at all close to being bound, much less hand-quilted. I’m still finding my feet after being away for some of March, then Easter. Other than inserting necessary backstory into my novel, the rest of my creative flow is in a muddle.
Or maybe the better term is transition; in the evenings while my hubby watches the Warriors, I’ve been perusing blogs that focus on English paper piecing. Don’t ask me why I’m being drawn in that direction, other than a need for nighttime relaxation. But yesterday I pulled the trigger, picking up 1.5″ hexagons and glue sticks, and by bedtime I had one hexie block sewn.
I feel a wee bit guilty, as placemats are waiting as well as a duvet cover for Little Miss, not to mention a baby quilt on my list, but a dear friend is coming next week and one of our activities will be craft-related. She cross stitches and I’ll have these hexies and…. And for whatever purpose EPP has in my life, I need to throw caution, but not my sewing machine, to the wind. I’ve already found that thread basting might be my preferred method, although I have yet to sew together hexies basted in that manner.
(I found myself poking through the papers with glue-basted hexies, so we’ll see if thread basting becomes my way.)
What does this mean for The Hawk? Not that much, as I don’t sew in the mornings, and can’t write more than grocery lists past noon. On days when I have time, these pastimes can peacefully coexist, and for that I am truly grateful; I can’t fathom having to pick one over the other, other than to say it is much simpler to insert prose than rip out stitches. Not that I prefer those chores, but if forced to choose….
The day when it comes to that, I’ll be in big trouble. For now, words and fabrics are fast friends, and we’ll see how paper piecing blends into the overall quilting scheme. Maybe once I have a plethora of hexies basted, other cotton projects will resume course. In the meantime, have a hexagon-ally magnificent day!