I am fascinated by the beauty, ingenuity, and creativity reflected in the works of the great Crazy Quilters of our day! Take Allison Aller, for example – she is one of those crazy quilters with a fantastic websites full of gorgeous photos that attest to her skill and artistry in embellishing crazy quilts. And there are more – heaps more – people out there who do fantastic things with Crazy Quilts! And it is all most inspiring!… But….
I reiterate that I am not a crazy quilter.
I had one of those moments this morning. One of those life-shaping moments. After attacking (oh, I do mean that literally!) my first crazy quilt square last night, I achieved nothing short of non-success. I used beautiful silk ribbon – periwinkle, white, gold, and green Gloriana silk ribbon – some very nice stranded silks in greens, and some gold and green and blue beads, and I achieved… nothing. It was so ugly.
Now, you would think that I would post a picture of it. But let me tell you what I did first. I stitched from about 7:30 pm – 11:00 pm. I’m not “dumb” when it comes to stitching, but last night, I felt dumb. Nothing looked right – I didn’t like any of it. And I make a pretty darned good ribbon rose, if I do say myself. But oh GOLLY. It was not grabbing me.
I figured it was the hour, and the fact that it was a long week. So I quit and went to bed. This morning, I looked at it and thought “It’s not sooo bad. It’s actually kind of good.” And Jo in NZ had left a comment on my original post about this square which encouraged me to try it again. And so, with housework done, and all quiet on the homefront …. I did.
And that’s when I had one of those life-shaping moments. After 45 minutes of plodding, I realized I was doing something with my needle that I was not enjoying, and it was really a first in my life.
I’ll have to explore later exactly what I didn’t enjoy about the whole thing. Maybe it’s just a mood. Maybe it’s the fact that I wasn’t pleased with the square in the first place. Maybe it’s simply not my thing. I haven’t bothered to think much about it, yet. But I will later.
One of the most satisfying things about the experience was taking the square off the frame, putting all my little tacks neatly back in the jar, folding the square into a nice little, tiny, unrecognizable lump… and turfing it.
I did. I pitched it.
Berate me if you wish. I enjoyed the experience!
Will I try it again? Perhaps. And when I do, you all will be the first to know!