anything worth doing is worth doing badly
Jul. 29th, 2010 01:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So,
matociquala and I have turned in A Reckoning of Men. I'm working on "Thirdhop Scarp," which is unwinding at a gracious and leisurely pace of its own, and just at the moment, I can't face looking at any of my drafts to revise them. Which is okay. They can sit in the corner and think about their sins for a while longer.
And, although I took issue with one thing about the Milwaukee Art Museum's quilt exhibit, that isn't the only thing I took away from it--or even, I hope, the most important. Looking at those remarkable quilts (and for another example, I point you to William Brayley's astonishing military quilt in the Victoria and Albert Museum) reminded me of two things:
1. I do truly enjoy piecing and quilting, in a slightly masochistic who thought this was a good hobby for a woman with bad eyesight and lousy fine motor control? way.
2. The point of quilting is not the finished product, although that is a glorious side-benefit. The point of quilting is the process.
I have a project I've been trying to figure out how to start for years. When I was a kid, my mom gave me a comforter with Kliban cats in sneakers walking across it. I kept and used that comforter until it began, quite literally, to unravel. Then I salvaged the cats and have been trying ever since to figure out how to make them into a quilt.
On Monday, my mother-in-law helped me figure out the best solution (largely by process of elimination), and then went with me to pick out fabric (a crazy green print, black with tiny polka-dots, and a soft patterned gray). Tuesday, I cut the fabric while listening to the Brewers play some truly crappy baseball. I may have cut badly--although I did pretty well with the cats, who are the only irreplaceable part--but I got it done. Just now, I have sewn two pieces of crazy green print fabric together to start the piecing, and like breaking a bottle of champagne over the bow of a ship, I declare this project underway.
I expect to be working on this for the next couple years at least.
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And, although I took issue with one thing about the Milwaukee Art Museum's quilt exhibit, that isn't the only thing I took away from it--or even, I hope, the most important. Looking at those remarkable quilts (and for another example, I point you to William Brayley's astonishing military quilt in the Victoria and Albert Museum) reminded me of two things:
1. I do truly enjoy piecing and quilting, in a slightly masochistic who thought this was a good hobby for a woman with bad eyesight and lousy fine motor control? way.
2. The point of quilting is not the finished product, although that is a glorious side-benefit. The point of quilting is the process.
I have a project I've been trying to figure out how to start for years. When I was a kid, my mom gave me a comforter with Kliban cats in sneakers walking across it. I kept and used that comforter until it began, quite literally, to unravel. Then I salvaged the cats and have been trying ever since to figure out how to make them into a quilt.
On Monday, my mother-in-law helped me figure out the best solution (largely by process of elimination), and then went with me to pick out fabric (a crazy green print, black with tiny polka-dots, and a soft patterned gray). Tuesday, I cut the fabric while listening to the Brewers play some truly crappy baseball. I may have cut badly--although I did pretty well with the cats, who are the only irreplaceable part--but I got it done. Just now, I have sewn two pieces of crazy green print fabric together to start the piecing, and like breaking a bottle of champagne over the bow of a ship, I declare this project underway.
I expect to be working on this for the next couple years at least.
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Date: 2010-07-29 07:13 pm (UTC)I love quilts, but hate quilting.
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Date: 2010-07-29 07:18 pm (UTC)Have fun with your cat preservation project.
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Date: 2010-07-29 07:21 pm (UTC)And oh, Kliban cats. I love them so. Frequently mistaken for a meatloaf!
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Date: 2010-07-30 02:13 am (UTC)The point is...
Date: 2010-07-31 07:32 pm (UTC)Exactly. For almost any pursuit of the heart- the point is in the process. I played piano because I liked sitting there, moving my fingers over the keys. I liked it better when I liked what I heard too, but the principle remains. I didn't like spinning (yes, spinning wool, not bicycle exercise classes) because I felt hunched and miserable. It made me want to get up and do jumping jacks in ways that the piano, or now the computer, rarely does. We like results, a well played piece, a story that satisfies, but we wouldn't do it if we didn't like the process.
Kitty (who probably over stated the case)