I woke up this morning with the need to get something DONE. It didn’t matter what it was but something that was started and put away needed to be done so I could know that it was one less thing. I looked around and saw THE quilt. It was sitting in the corner of the dining room for over a month now because I’m done looking at the sewing machine and want to put it away. I can’t until I finish this quilt and a comforter cover that just needs the back put onto it. Really, a couple of hours of work and I never have to look at the damn machine again. What’s holding me back from finishing them? I find other things to do as I’m working my way toward the machine. Ooh! I can melt old albums, Ooh! I can rearrange the cupboards, Oh wait, I want to go through my stuff and see how much I can throw out. All in the name of not finishing what I started.
So this morning, I put everything out on the dining room table (my studio as I see it in my head) and went for it. Cut, iron, sew, iron, cut, cut, iron, sew, take a break, cut, iron, iron, cut, sew, sew, curse the project, iron, sew and wait what? I’m done? Wow okay then. The face is now completed. All I have to do is go to the fabric shop with Paul and have him pick out the color of the backing. And DONE!
What do I think of it? I like it fine I guess. I put it on the bed and it looks so GUY – Ya know like it belongs on a futon in a studio apartment of a 2-0 something guy living above a liquor store in the city. The half made bed next to the crate for a night stand with the full ashtray on it with the half burnt incense from the night before when the new girlfriend wanted to be romanced rather than fucked again. The rents cheap, the rats are great entertainment but MAN what the hell is that old lady across the hall cooking now! kinda place. That’s what it reminds me of.