It’s a wierd compulsion – fairly anti-social I suppose, but my hands just must be busy.
All the time.
And at the end of the day, sitting in front of the TV, it’s bliss for me to be busy fiddling with some project or other. Not speaking, just doing my thing quietly and absorbing the images, on the box.
It’s a craving of sorts – like craving food, but the activity varies. Sometimes it’s sketching, other times knitting, mending…… I never expected it to be quilting, and indeed while making my son his quilt, there were times when I thought I would cheerfully hand it over to a professional and just cough up whatever was needed for it to be finished.
Here I am however – less than a year later, craving the repetitive needle through thread, and being driven to make one for my daughter (who luckily needs one). But there is a lot to be done before I get to the actual quilting, and the timing is TERRIBLE. And the craving is terrible…
And the indecision is terrible. And the inspiration is TERRIBLE and overwhelming.
See here and here . My mind hovers between – I’ll just do my own thing and see how it works out and those japanese ladies have something special and subtle, and wonderful going on……. and I get lost and crazy.
And all I want to do is sit quietly and stitch. Stay tuned….. It’s coming. 🙂