Ta Da!!!! My first finished Snowflake, after a break of more than 15 years.
Ideas are starting to crystallise about the overall design for this quilt, and I'll start trying out backgrounds for the Sunflower blocks soon. I'm starting to get excited about the project; once it takes on it's own momentum it will have it's own energy too, and I won't have to make myself sit down and sew on it.
While I stitch I think Deep Thoughts, and I wondered why I don't gravitate to this sort of intensive handwork normally; there's a limit to how much time and effort I want to put into things I guess. I'll sew madly away at my pieced quilts, I'll stay up late and get things finished, but I don't agonise over getting them perfect. It's something I do for the love of the whole process , and the end product is for a magazine article, or to keep family and friends warm, or to donate to someone in need, or just because I love the colours and pattern. And I'm always ready to move on to the next project.
I don't make masterpiece quilts, because I think there are better things in life for me to be doing, rather than creating something so painstakingly. I can't justify putting so much of my life into one thing, that is susceptible to moth and mouse attack, or getting dirty and stained, torn or lost. I don't want to make something to treasure; something to love maybe, but not a monument to my time and patience. I love other people's masterpiece quilts, I'm so glad that they exist, but I don't want to make one myself. I guess I'd rather my 'Body Of Work' consist of 400 useful quilts, than 4 masterpieces.
It's all relative though; if I was a pioneer woman confined to a cabin for 6 months of winter, and I had limited materials except for thread and time, I would probably make a quilt that was as detailed and complicated as I could make it. The alternative would be to sit there and have nothing to do, so I would gladly applique the tiniest details, and quilt it with quarter inch lines, if it meant that there was something for me to do with my hands for all those long months. It would give me a reason to get up in the morning.
When I moved to Queensland in 1981 I had no money, and lots of time; I crocheted many, many things with ordinary cotton sewing thread, because it was cheap, a little bit went a long way, and it kept me busy when I hadn't the money for any other sort of activity. The choice I make these days is only possible because I already have so many choices of what I want to do, and how I want to do it. I'm very grateful to be in that position.