Because 2 days is never enough.

I’m taking a quilting class at Brooklyn General. And I love it. Heather, my teacher, is all about telling us the rules and reminding us to feel free to pitch them all out the window.

I keep telling Karl that my quilt is “organic.” This is not because of any natural designs and shapes, but because I don’t actually have any kind of plan of what it will be at the end. It’s much more fun this way and closer to the way I approach writing, and cooking, and pottery, and drawing and everything else creative. For a girl with to do list and after to do list, I’m realizing I’m not much for planning things out.

At the same time, I’m completely compulsive about this whole thing. Last weekend I pretty much just quilted all weekend. On Saturday night, Karl went out and I opted to stay in, which meant biking to a 24 hour laundromat to pre-wash my fabric and staying up until 2am sewing and cutting and ironing and seeing what that left me with. Add to that more of the same, plus buying more fabric, and then more. And that’s pretty much where I am right now. I have no idea what I’ll do with the large squares I’ve made, but I think I’ll cut them into smaller squares and go from there.

Of course, I stopped into Purl Patchwork after work this week, after I had bought the main fabrics and sewed my brains out all weekend. My heart broke. These were the colors I wanted. These were the textile designs I yearned for. I started second guessing everything. Bought more fabric, brought it home. Realized it didn’t look right. Wondered what I was thinking choosing so many bright colors. Wrung hands. Is this what one who “goes with the flow” experiences???

I’m a neurotic, doubting, OCD, free spirt.