Little Asa's baby quilt is done!! Mostly hand-pieced/appliqued (except for two skinny outer borders) and hand quilted. I washed it to remove any residual Elmer's glue stick and cat hair (my sister is very allergic - to cats, not glue). The washing gave it a nice, soft, slightly puckered patina. I think I will call it Perpetual Motion...if Asa is anything like his Dad, he will be active. :o)
He recently turned 6 months old...not quite yet in college, but still I am embarrassed about how long it took me to get my rear in gear to get this done.
I got the idea and initial method from Kellie at Don't Look Now. You should check her site out and see what other's are doing with this quilt-along. I made mine smaller than most people. The first steps were easy and fun for me, and I just zoomed right along.
When it came to connecting all my little circles to make a continuous pattern, I got bogged down and had to put it away for a while. I have had so much quilt guilt over this thing!
After singing several rounds of "I am woman, hear me roar..." (any Helen Reddy fans out there?!?), I decided to jump back in and just get it done. As things usually happen in these procrastination situations, it wasn't near as bad as I thought it was going to be...I had let my perfectionism problem get in my way. When I finally decided to (in Ola's words) "just let 'er rip," it went together fine.
What's the worst that could of happened? I mean, if it stunk, I could have lumped it all in the rubbish bin and made a clean start with another project. I wasted several months sitting and stewing over it, and by the time I did approach the boxed project again, I could have made and hand quilted multiple baby quilts.
We quilters are our own worst enemies sometimes. Maybe this is why we have so many U.F.O.'s (unfinished objects), P.I.G.S. (projects in grocery sacks), and D.P.B.'s (dusty project boxes) on our shelves, hidden under beds and buried in closets...self doubt and lack of confidence.
Maybe we worry too much about how perfect something is going to turn out and put it away, afraid that it may hurt whatever quilt reputation we may have or not live up to what we had envisioned in our heads in the first place.
Quilting is supposed to BE my therapy, not make me NEED therapy, for Pete's sake!!
(and who WAS "Pete," anyway?)
Sorry it took so long to finish, Lainie (and little Asa)!!