I should have trusted my instincts when I made my last post in this blog, the voice in the back of my mind that said "you won't be happy with this," because, well, I haven't been back to work on the blue quilt since I wrote that I would finish it...
I finally got it in my head tonight that I should get in that sewing
room and just finish it already... but then I sat down at my machine
and... just... sat there... I wasn't motivated... I didn't
like it... Why was I trying to finish something that I didn't like?
Knowing me, I would end up hating the quilt. I would never appreciate
all the work that went into it. I would be reminded every time I looked
it that I had wasted all that time and money and perfectly good fabric!
I tried... I gave it a whirl... I just didn't have it in me to continue... I am not a meanderer...
That nasty, awful, terrible, horrible, meandering top stitching is coming out, a stitch at a time...
The quilt is only a quarter of the way top stitched. 'If I pick it out now,' I said to myself while looking at it, 'there is a chance I could still selvage this project." So, seam ripper in hand, I am parking my butt on the couch, and turning on Netflix for a marathon of the last season of PrisonBreak with my DH.