Well my oh my. Two more weeks of tsunami waves and studentness. Some good, some not-so-good. It is Monday and I am again starting out with a lack of sleep. I did get a ton of shit done this weekend, but it felt like I was running around doing it all, because I took time to enjoy myself on Saturday. What’s new? It’s also the holiday season, so there is more of the running around than usual. Saturday I actually went to a social thing (I know, CRAZY!), one of my quilt guild’s holiday parties. It was fun and I won a ton of fabric! Because that’s what I need, right? More fabric? YES. It IS what I need. I need the vastest, widest, massivest (not a word) Most Massive stash around to make the quilts I make. I did realize though that maybe I don’t need AS MUCH of each fabric. I usually buy half yards because for a lot of stuff, fat quarters or quarter yards aren’t the right size for what I need. Think of backgrounds…blues and browns and greens, plus some of my figures have some pretty large parts to them. So that’s the flesh realm. But for most fabrics, I use little tiny pieces of them, sometimes for YEARS and they will probably never get used up. So I realized I value variety over the amount of each fabric I have…for most of them. The guild kept saying “if you don’t want any of what you won, we do charity quilts…” and I heard that, but also wanted to come home and fondle all the fabrics.
So I did that. And I washed them, because I always do that (allergic to the chemicals), and then I pulled some out that were (a) duplicates of what I already had, (b) things I would never ever use, (c) they were larger than fat quarters (so I kept half and put half back in the pile) and put them in a trash bag…not to throw out though. And then I looked at my stash and started going through it.
For each half yard I had of a fabric I hadn’t cut into or barely cut into, and that I knew wouldn’t work for the uses above of larger pieces, I cut it in half. I kept one fat quarter and gave one to the donate pile in the trash bag.
I’ve had that green fabric for a really long time and you can see how much of it I’ve used. I think this is a good thing. The man thinks I have too much fabric and don’t need any more, and there’s an argument for that. I’ve been trying to use more of my stash, not buying backings or bindings, although that is harder because I don’t have pieces big enough most of the time. I like the variety and this will give me more room for it, plus my charity group at the guild will benefit as well.
All I’ve gotten through is 4 boxes of greens so far though.
It’s OK. I am just doing two boxes every time I come in here to iron. It doesn’t take long.
After the party, we hiked, about 4 miles.
I needed it.
I’m really stressed and overwhelmed and feel like I can’t get everything done. So exercise helps with that. So does making art. I’ve had so little time to draw.
Only at the dinner table on Saturday nights…strange place, food was good, too many screaming children.
I’m not a fan of the restaurant playground. As a parent, I get the attraction. As an old person, I don’t want to sit near it.
I’ve been doing some other stuff to help with sanity. I stitched a bunch of stuff down.
Those are the June Homegrown blocks, Sue Spargo. Brainless applique. All I can handle.
I also fixed my purse and the man’s pants and shirt, plus stitched this little patch into an ornament…
Although originally I accidentally put the ribbon inside. And it needs stitching and/or beads and stuffing. but it’s been sitting around for a year waiting to be something.
And I ironed…Figure three on Friday night…? I think? Or Saturday. This must have been Saturday.
Not sure what the hell I did Friday night. Because this is last night…
Finished her head and complicated hand.
More tonight. Maybe I’m halfway now? I don’t think so. Close though. Fucking complicated thing. Like the topic, abortion and reproductive rights.
Yeah that. Fuck it.
And this was good, although unrelated. I had a troubled relationship with this book because of the war theme, but this was good.
Still about choice, though. OK. School. Now. I can do it. I can. All of it. Ugh.