Periodically I wonder why I love quilting so much when there are so many separate aspects of it that I don’t love. I don’t love the cutting, the quilting or the binding, though I don’t really hate them either. Don’t love any type of appliqué at all, though I sometimes do it. I do love the fabric selection, the piecing and, usually, the final result. And yes, I do know that the sum of the things I don’t like seems to add up to more than the sum of the things I do like; can’t help it, I’m still compelled to quilt.

I’ve been reminded of this paradox daily this week because I’ve been working on one of those “problem child” projects—you know, the ones that are fabulous ideas, but that fight with you in the execution. Or in extreme cases they end up fighting execution, period. So I had what seemed like a great idea, I have partial accomplishment, now I’m stuck at fabric selection for the next step. And why is it that knowing absolutely that this will all work out eventually is so little consolation? I want to finish this NOW, not 3 months from now! I have other things to do! A lot of them actually.

I guess this is the time to follow my own advice: take a Zen cleansing breath and wait patiently for the right fabric because it will always appear. And it still beats the alternatives of either giving up or sticking just anything in there. If anyone else has another solution, I’d love to hear it.

Happy (?) quilting, Jane

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