I Get Sew Emotional

I made the (maybe) foolish decision to gift two quilts for Christmas and as such I am spending every spare moment sewing, pressing, and stabbing myself relentlessly with pins. (THERE ARE SO MANY.) That is not a complaint! I have loved every second of it, even the ones where I was mad at myself or mad at fabric or mad at my tiny condo with its limited space.

I have nine days to quilt and bind one already-sandwiched quilt*, finish piecing this ^ top, make the sandwich, quilt it, and bind it. I must just love to torture myself, this is exactly what I did with my vacation sewing. I was at least smart enough to figure out I would not want or have time to make binding and bought some nice binding from Bessie Pearl Binding Co.

At least a hundred times a week I will say that I wish I was rich so I could quit my job and sew all day, and I mean it. Like, I fully get the “a bad day of fishing is still better than a good day of working” sign my old co-worker Bob (RIP) had in his office. I have never fully latched on to a hobby where it’s all I want to do all the time. I have spent an inordinate amount of our money (and citibank’s technically) on fabric and sewing machines (I have three now?) in a somewhat brief window of time, and yet none of it feels like a waste. I may not use all of that fabric any time soon, but I have ideas for most of it (the garment quantities, anyway) and am constantly being inspired by the work I see of other sewists and quilters online. (Sometimes overwhelmingly so.)

But we may have to move to a bigger condo if I keep this up.