I could tell you I am working on it. I could tell you I am just not done with it. I could tell you it’s almost done.  I could tell you a magic genie came and marvelously waved a wand over my project this week. Now,  you know  that is not the truth- I will just admit  the truth. Nothing I was doing was making this quilt any better. I started out ok with a good idea. But then I went down a never ending path of big mistakes: trying to do too much with too small of any idea, then adding to the pieces I already had, then cutting the pieces up and re-assembling them, then adding commercial prints to it and NOTHING made it any better.

     I blamed it on my bad mood. I blamed it on hormones. I blamed it on my lack of design skills. I blamed it on the lack of fabric-we all know that couldn’t possibly be it. And then -when I started blaming it on my husband-who hasn’t even stepped foot in my sewing room all week- I knew I needed to get a grip and move on. I was turning into a tempermental quilter(ok artist) having a fit because I couldn’t make something work that I saw in my head but couldn’t execute in fabric.  Admitting that I didn’t like it is part of this painful process-maybe even growth. I admit I don’t like it. It’s not getting any better. And thank goodness, I am finally recognizing that I don’t need to show it to you :).

     So I will start the day by ziplocking it into a plastic bag and putting it away. I will not re-visit it and waste anymore time on it. I will just move on and tuck it away. I can’t quite throw it away yet as I spent about 15 hours on it. But I will  tuck  another lesson away in my pretty little head-sometimes you just make bad art. Good thing you can create something new.

Happy Sewing, my friends. It’s beautiful here and I am going outside.