This is the flap, back and front of a new quilted purse. It’s all crazy stitched. I drew the fairy, fish and frog on fabric, and added them. I have to finish the handle, and add a few charms and button closing. Number 103.

I started this a long time ago, but just picked it up again. The story is, while at Camp Dearborn, a sudden rainstorm filled my buggy with several inches of water. I was a newborn. My sister tells me I was floating by the time we got back to the car.

Today I spent the afternoon cleaning my mess. First though, I finished Connies’ dog. All I added were the little millefiori in the spots, so I won’t count it.

Then, I started on the dining room table, sorting into piles of stuff for each room. It was only about 14 inches high, so didn’t take long before I could see the table again. Of course, there’s a long way to go still. But I decided to give away some little quilt things, that I just don’t want. If you take some, you can do what you want with it. I’ll be glad to not throw it away. They are numbered starting at left,1 ,2,3 in top row, and 4,5,6,7, in bottom row. Email me if you will take any of them. I’ll put it aside, and try to remember to give it to you. It will help a lot if you send me a reminder before we see each other.

After that I started on the basement table. It was higher than 14″ deep. I got rid of a small box of trash, including 3 crumbling mosaics I made the first year. I put away paints, stamps, pastels, brushes, mosaic stands, doll making stuff, paper from Hallowe’en, bookmaking stuff, ribbon, plastic yogurt cups, (for water) lids, (for palettes), woodcarving stuff, patterns,and a few other things. I also found a quilt cutting tool Gail lent me, and wants back. I can see the table, but it still needs work. And there is a basket on the floor to do too.

This is the dining room table after cleaning a lot.

This is the basement table after cleaning a lot. Can you tell I have a long way to go?

Alright, the Fiber Feast show is over. I saw so many beautiful things, beautifully made. It was fun, and worth going. It was a learning experience. But I keep forgetting how good it feels to make what I want, and who cares if anyone else wants it. Periodically, I decide my work should pay for itself, and I go off on a saleable-items-making binge. Which is always a bad idea. And one I can’t help but relearn every so often. So, I will try to remember my goal is to find my own way, do my own thing. Do not let the lure of possible sales direct me to a series that does not feed my urge to interpret the puzzle in my head, in tangible form. But instead just leads me to create a mess.
When I had to force myself to work last year, and turned out 36 sunflower quilts, because I could not allow me to do nothing, it was difficult even to enter my sewing room. Sewing one thing every day was both the most I could do, and the least. It broke the great resistance I had developed, by limiting the task with very defined rules. I could only make a sunflower, it was always 12″sq., and I could only use fabrics I could reach from my cutting table. None of my stash was allowed, only scraps and leftovers. I could not take a thing off my fully stocked shelves, lest I dither about the fabric, and lose the opportunity to work. I learned a lot doing that. Apparently repetition and discipline is the way I learn best.
Now I need to learn it is of no value to make a thing only for sale. It has to solve a problem, present a challenge, answer a question, experiment with a technique, try a new combination, satisfy a hunger. Not leave me wondering why I made it. Hope I can learn that in one year.