When I finished quilting this stripy quilt, I was so frustrated and disappointed that I wadded it up and threw it away.
It was so far from what I had in my “mind’s eye” that I couldn’t bear to look at it. It represented incompetence and failure. I was defeated…
One of my daughters retrieved it from the trash and much later asked me to bind it for her. I did so reluctantly, but enough time had passed that I could see that there were areas of quilting that I liked.
I have since come to understand that the gulf between that which we imagine and that which we have the skills to achieve… is the creative process.
That is what gets us out of bed every morning and back at the sewing machine, the easel, or the gym for that matter.
So now I have a kindler, gentler view of this quilt and of how I approach other frustrations as well…
We’re all a work in progress!
You might also like to see: Olivia’s Quilt and Faye’s Quilt
