So, I intended to write up several posts the remainder of this year.
One post I wanted to write about my involvement with our local quilt show, which this year put me in the middle of helping in a very deep way. I was going to go through my thoughts and feelings of pride and exhaustion just getting everything ready in time. I even made a quick little video of the quilts at our local show which I maybe intended to post here.
One post was intended (or many, actually) with my epic trip to Michigan to the AQS show there with my aunt, and all the quilty things we saw and did there, and on the way there, and how I finally met a few of my online quilting friends I have known over 5 years, and a few brand new friends in the last few years. How it was almost comical how much effort we kept trying to get everyone together all at the same time, and we came “this close” to it, but still cherished the time we spent walking down the hallway, eating in some favorite restaurants, getting to enjoy the Lion King exhibit together, discussing with the white glove members that yes, we were allowed to take pictures of the guild quilts according to the map of the exhibit, how I found the best burger of the trip at La Claire, IA, and the surprise trip stop back through Riverside, Iowa, in addition to seeing two separate Amish communities.
One post was intended about the fact that I wasn’t quilting, I was gaming instead. Hmm. Maybe one post should have been about the despair I was feeling about feeling so very disconnected from everything quilty for a while on a path of my own choosing simply starting with things not going right in one area of my life, and my escapism to try to deal with that lead me to feel isolated everywhere else in my life. And how when I looked at a different part of my life that was originally working well, things started to crumble in that area too (weight, health, relaxation), and how devastated I was when my “take it easy” vacation lived up to very little of the expectations I had for it, and how that started to make me even more angry and upset.
One post about the epic change that has happened this year and how, in the middle of it all, I drove down to northwest Arkansas and quilted for several days to try to bring me back into the normal swing of things and got lots of quilty support, and then immediately had to go back to grueling, back-breaking work to be able to pull off what was done in time.
One post about how again I went to an outdoor quilt show and how much I jibber-jabbered with the members of the other guild while I was there in the beautiful outdoor setting.
One post about how sad and devastated that I was that my primary camera in the last year has cracks on the front glass that makes many pictures look even more terrible than they used to look from the blur, and how I haven’t yet had a spare moment to figure out how to fix it (a 7-8 dollar fix + time). And then more ruminating about how sad it makes me feel that I accidentally cracked the glass on the front of the camera by doing nothing more than something I was trying to make myself happy doing.
One post about the fun times with one of my bestest quilting friends here looking at the art museum that I had never been to before, how I was scared of the big giant room with the large tall pillars just before the courtyard food service. How much I liked looking at other cultures’ art.
Ya know, the norm.
Things have been topsy turvy lately in the Scientific Quilter household.
At this point, this is a good thing.
No, it’s not good that I fell off the grid.
But, I am at a beginning. At least one for now. A new year at the beginning of December. Just like several years ago when I was going to start tracking my food and lost all the weight I had (before I put it all back and then some this year). I started before the new year. Small stuff at first. Which eventually grew. I think if I had started that previous weight loss journey on Jan 1, I would have failed. But I started it Dec 1 of that previous year.
And that’s (approximately) where I am at now. At a beginning. Caused by the push from some of the pain and frustration of this past fall.
Right now, several possibilities await! Maybe weight loss, but maybe more. Once I figure things out.
You see, I am never good at making decisions. Not easily. I think about them too much. And I have a lot of decisions to make in the next few months. Some of this seems overwhelming, some seems fun and exciting. Ok, a lot of it feels fun and exciting.
I now have a new dedicated space for quilting and sewing and being on my computer. It’s a nice space, way bigger than the tiny 9X9 room I was using before that had 3 large rows of bookshelves in addition to all the paper clutter that eventually forced my sewing machine out to the kitchen, the projects into the living room. Now everything is here. In one space! Well until I get some of my completed quilts out and on the walls, anyway. (yes that’s the main circuit breaker on the wall)
I get to figure out cutting table solution, quilting table solution, design wall solution. Finding lots of uses for 3M command strips that are more and more versatile. But lemme tell you from some experience from removing them lately (a LOT of them), they hurt when you snap them back at your fingers accidentally.