It’s been a while since I’ve had something to say on the blog that I couldn’t just whack up on Instagram, but here it is.
This quilt idea came to me last October, while I was on the way to a job interview (no, I didn’t get it, but it turns out that was for the best). It was a quick sketch with some very strong and definite requirements (hand applique, dense quilting, just the tiniest bit of colour) that went on to bug me and pick away at me in my sleep.
I had a lot of shit to get done and no time to spare for a good few months, during which the idea just would not shut up and go away. And then there was QuiltCon, and it turns out that being forced to wait was pretty much the best thing that could have happened. I came back inspired and with a new appreciation of what it means to put your all into something. To try your hardest to make it perfect. It’s a new thing for me – until now I’ve been all about getting ideas out of my head and into fabric as quickly as possible.
This one was all about the process.
And during that process, as (weirdly) happens quite often for me, the quilt named itself. Blood of my blood. It’s a part of me, and represents so much that I can’t even begin to put into words.
So, pick your favourite cheesy saying:
Patience is a virtue. Take your time. All good things come to those who wait.
It’s all good.