Fear of quilting

So, recently I have figured out some interesting things about the process of quilting. Yes, you’re thinking I have made a lot of quilts, but I want to make a distinction that I have made a lot of quilts *tops*. Now that I have this big pile, I seemed to have stalled at this point.

I noticed the same thing in sewing clothing. I once made Ron a dress shirt in three days. Collar, yoke, placket front, flat felled seams and triangle sleeve plackets. Three! Days!

And it took me two weeks to sew the buttonholes & buttons on.

Hmm, why is that? Well, in the case of shirts, I really dislike sewing buttons on. Especially a long line of them. And making the buttonholes – I have just realized why I always hesitated on them and why I hesitate on the quilting part of quilting.

See, the actual quilt tops I have finished all the way to completion is 5. Four, if you consider I got someone else to do the quilting on our nap quilt. Three, if you discount the quilting I did on Meaghan green & purple quilt.

So. I have sat here looking at my pile of quilt tops and basted quilts ready to go and wondered why I hardly did any sewing this week. part of it is a space issue. One of the waiting quilts is a fair sized – nap or twin, easy. The thought of wrestling it under my machine and knocking off everything else on my table is not something I have looked forward to. Especially on those days where I am cooking supper and waiting for the timer. Ten minutes? While I can sew a fair number of seams in ten minutes, when I get to the actual quilting part, ten minutes means I have the foot changed and the fabric smushed under and figured out where to start. And doing a line of stitching halfway down the quilt and stopping – leaving it in the machine – just seems wrong.

What if someone walks by and it pulls? What if I want to sew something else instead of continue? What if I screw it up?

Ahhhhh… here we get to the crux of the matter.

Every so often, I think of the term ‘perfectionist’ and how it applies to me. It can in some ways, and in others it does not. There are plenty of areas where close is good enough. I can fudge a few seams and not worry too much about it. At least not enough to rip it out and do it over and over if needed.

But, like placing buttonholes on the front of a shirt for everyone to see, the process of quilting those lines and shapes across the front of the final piece is permanent. It is one of those things that is not only painfully visible, but painful to unpick. In a word, if you screw up, you really screw it up.

And dang it, I wish I had an image of that Far Side cartoon, the one that says “Ray screw up” He’s in an orchestra with only one cymbal. That’s what I think about.

Lest we end on that note (I got distracted searching for the cartoon) I decided a shift in my thinking was needed, and now I look at it this way: every quilt in the pile is *practice*. And if it’s not good enough to my liking, I can just finish it off, give it away, and make another one.


that there book I’m writing

So yeah, I was asked to co-author a book on WordPress with four other people. We all have our drafts submitted and we’re waiting on editing to come back. I’ve been working away at my other to-dos because I know crunch time will happen at some point.

Anyway, I saw some tweets with the link to the book up at the publisher’s website.

And then I read my email, with the link to the book on Amazon.com. Where people can pre-order it.

Now, forgive me for being a bit dense, but this is when it hit me: I’m writing a book that people will actually read. And not just my mom, or my family, or friends, or people I know that I sorta work with sometimes, but even people I don’t know. Someone tweeted at me that they actually did pre-order it. (I faved the tweet.)

And then there was the whole “Oh yeah, don’t forget to make your author page on Amazon!” (I have an author page on Amazon??!??) Well, I do now.. the start of one, anyway.

I need to get a good pic and write a bio… and acknowledgments.

In my “HOLY CRAP!” times, when I let myself run around in circles, flailing, I will tweet at my other author friends and they say this is normal and no you don’t get used to it, isn’t it cool? And in writing that sentence, my brain went, oh em gee, I have author friends.

Sometimes I write blog posts about things like this so I can read them in my archives later and say, “Yes, this really happened.”