“What are you planning to do today” my partner asks me at about 9am.” I plan to do some sewing today”, I said,
“but irst I am going to use the bike and get some exercise before I shower”. So I grabbed a book and went to the static cycle machine. I cycled and read. As I finished, I accepted that the litter trays needed cleaning so I did that next. Then I thought I would go up to shower and dress ‘for sewing’. I put my head in the lounge and asked my partner if there was anything I could get him (he is poorly) he said no, but the fire I had lit last night had been lovely and I remembered that there wasn’t much wood left inside, so I went out to the garage, filled and brought in a few boxes of wood. I also did some restacking as one part was in danger of tumbling. Then there was some whatsapp exchange about a camping trip later in the year. Partner reminded me that I was going to sew today, so I came upstairs to shower. Whilst I was in the shower I recalled that I keep meaning to start a blog entry so I dressed and then went back down to make a cup of tea. As i waited for the kettle to boil I cleared the draining board and thought about doing some washing up, but by the time I had made tea, I had forgotten about the washing up so I had 1 save. Here I am at midday and I haven’t sewed anything yet. I am in my sewing room though, which my computer migrated into during lockdown and hasn’t moved out yet, so nearly!
If I had to name myself it would be the Chaotic Quilter. I am one of those people who might appear calm and indeed I mostly feel calm but I am a ‘legs are paddling furiously underwater/out of sight person’. I have always regarded myself as Dyslexic, poor short term memory, haphazard instruction following skills, often late, seldom with the kit I am supposed to have and so many other features that as I age I appreciate others don’t have. I move through life on my own path and I am increasing embracing it. Last year, my daughter, who was properly tested as a child has taken things further and now has a secondary diagnosis of Attention Deficit. She feels this is probably a far better term for me too. When I look at how my morning vanished I think she is probably right.
Anyway, back to sewing. I often start with an idea, pull fabrics out of my stash, look at them and they disagree with my idea. Things evolve, projects start, I discover that my plan isn’t actually what I am making and the plan changes. Some times I run out of fabric and add something else in, some times I agonise for a bit and eventually something lovely happens.
My blog will attempt to follow my thoughts and adventures, the furious paddling as it were.
What I am not wanting is anyone to tell me that if ‘I just did it their way’ it would all be fine. Seriously, I have had a lifetime of this and no it wont be.
The Dresden Daisy is still looking at me, almost there.
I know I am not the only Chaotic Quilter out there and I want you to know that you are okay, your path may not be straight, you may need to bare your soul and ask for other ideas but its okay. You are the people I am hoping to write for.
You’re not on your own, think I would count myself as a chaotic quilter too. Good blog, love it Rebecca.