I've been afraid to quilt that stupid runner. Today, I sucked it up and started and you know, it ain't too shabby. It's absolutely nothing inspired - SID around the geese to start with then who knows? I made myself commit to an hour of sewing, and ended up spending two.
I've been a little stuck lately, and I think it's because I don't want to mess up. But we don't ever succeed if we don't allow ourselves the risk of some degree of failure. And this particular risk? STUPID! Miniscule! If I mess up quilting it, I tear it out and I do it again. Or I make it over. I have time, I have fabric, I have skills. I've told myself I had to quilt that string quilt myself, and I think that's where it started. It's HUGE. But it's not. It's nine little quilts that I'll sew together after they're quilted. I can do that! So what's the problem?
The problem is that I don't like being uncomfortable. And doing something unfamiliar is uncomfortable. But you know, if registered Republicans can help send a mother of five to the big chair in Congress, I can sit down in front of my sewing machine and push the little foot pedal. Nancy's job's WAY bigger than mine. Yeah? Oh yeah.