Lacking Motivation

The days grow shorter.  Today we have balmy weather and tomorrow frost.  My body craves sleep in response to sunless gray skies.

I look at my paints.  I unfold a finished quilt top.  I open a box and touch all the UFOs inside.  Inspiration lies elsewhere.

With the change of seasons I’m drawn to handwork.  I want to sit in my favorite rocking chair and lose myself in the rhythm of needle and thread passing through fabric.  I don’t care what I make or how long it takes.  I simply need to stitch.

I started prepping another Dresden block because I’m close to finishing the last one.  I always remove a spoke or two so the block lies flat.  There’s a reason no one finished this quilt in the last 60 years.

I couldn’t find the baggie I use to store the extra pieces.  While digging through my project bag, I found these. 

I have a vague memory of an Ebay purchase.  I didn’t bid for the blocks, I bid for the fabric that came with them.  Some of it is feedsack.

I must have put them with the Dresdens to remind myself I bought the fabric to make more spokes.  The envelope’s postmark reads 2003.  How many years have I been appliquéing these blocks?

I didn’t remember I had the log cabins or the strips.  I really need to quit buying things.

So goes another evening in the sewing room.  Interesting, yet unproductive in a wandering without a purpose kind of way.  Understanding will come and bring movement in a new direction. 

Until then, I think I hear my favorite chair calling.

tags: antiquequilts  applique  scrapquilts  fabric