Do you know how many episodes of Star Trek Deep Space Nine I’ve watched while making this quilt…like ALL OF THEM. OK, not really, but it’s getting close. This entire quilt has Major Kira and Commander Dax quilted right into it. And a little Ferengi as well.
I have been quilting for MILES. Seriously. I’m on spool number 3. I’ve been quilting for hours, days…OK, only since Sunday. It just SEEMS like for-freakin-ever. I’m in the dark blue badlands of the quilt. I purposely started on the right side because there was this vast expanse of emptiness that needed quilting and I knew it would be a challenge…one of those things where I keep wanting to get up and go find something else to do, whether it’s eat lunch or read a book or holy crap, I’d probably clean something before I’d work on that. True story. So I’ve bullied through that whole side, in between all the other crap that keeps popping up on my list. I couldn’t focus on it yesterday at all, but at some point, I managed to do 4 1/2 hours total…most of it after 10 PM. Which is why I’m sitting here before 6 AM, getting ready to take the girlchild and her dad to the airport, barely awake…because I quilted until well past midnight.
Here’s part of that vast expanse of dark blue scribbling.
I’m 15 hours in. I thought maybe 17 hours? Maybe 20? It’ll be somewhere in between. I’m hoping to finish today, but maybe not. I have a trip to the beach and counseling and dinner with the Belgians and I’m only half awake on the third cup of tea. So you never know. But when I finish this post, I’m going to quilt for a while. I started somewhere above the sun on her head, which is on the left side of the top bordering area…I finished ALL the quilting on the right side (1800 miles of it, seriously), and last night, I finished the whole bottom section. So I only have the left side, which does have a vast expanse of blue, but not quite so vast as on the right side.
Ugh.
Here was about midnight last night…on the bottom section.
This cat just whines at me at night. I petted her, I scratched her, I combed her because she has giant knots of winter fur trying to fall out but failing, and so she scratched me back and drew blood. Again. She does not like the combing of knots.
She likes to sleep behind the sewing machine in the afternoon, after she’s spent all morning sleeping in the sun in the living room. I’m OK with that, except when she cries constantly. She wants to sit on my lap, and I can’t quilt with her there. I have too much to do to sit quietly as a cat couch.
Anyway. The girlchild is hopefully on a plane with her dad by now and they will land in Boston sometime this afternoon. Hopefully it will be a useful trip. I’m sad to be missing it, just because I think it’s easier to visualize your kid away at college if you’ve actually traversed the campus with them…maybe I will have to try to figure out how to do that this year…skip the third day of school for me? Huh. It could happen.
At this point I’m just procrastinating. That blue thread is whispering to me, promising it won’t fray or break or knot. Lying bastard. Siren song of scribbled stitching. I’m tired enough that it almost makes sense.
Kathy Nida 