BL9 Baby Lock sewing machine. It's at the bottom of the totem pole of sewing machines, but perfect for my sewing ability. Let me share how it happened.
Quick side note: I have realized one of the things I am good at is hanging out with people, socializing, and doing things that I wouldn't do on my own as long as it means being with people I care about, like going to a quilting expo.
Back to my story, my very good friend, Hannah, invited me to Quiltcon-a modern twist on quilting event. Let's just say you wouldn't find your grandma's quilt winning best in show at this venue. Nor would you find a single piece of boring, dreary, depressing, country-time fabric at the expo. I'm talking about quilters who know all about design, going outside the box, playing with color, dimension and texture. I would say these ladies and gents are true artists. I was inspired, seriously inspired.
Here is a sample of a super cool quilt by Lavialle Campbell called Red Concentrate
It won first place for Improvisation.
I have a thing for colors and textures. I sometimes think that if I believed in reincarnation (let's be clear, I don't!), I would have been a textile designer, or a hoarder of fabric and paper, or even an artist. I tell my husband on occasion that there is so much potential in this brain of mine, but it can't seem to find it's why out in it's entirety. I'm just tapping into it here and there, and it overwhelms me with the passion I feel at that moment. It's weird.
However, I have an obstacle that I HAVE to overcome. I have this bad habit of starting something and never finishing it, never mastering it, or excelling at it. I get lazy and just stop. Just when I see myself getting good at something, I freak out and stop. I won't push myself. I think I am afraid of something, but not sure what exactly. Do you ever feel that way? I feel like potential energy. . . just sitting there with so much inside, but not moving at all. If only I could become kinetic energy and let myself work hard and discover what's inside of me and get a move on. More on this later.
I am giving sewing a chance. I've ALWAYS wanted to sew. ALWAYS. My mother knew how but decided not to teach me. . .go figure. So if sewing enters my life, something has to go, because I really don't have another me to sit around and sew while the other me does everything else.
In my next post I hope to share what's getting axed.
Until then, I leave you with this.
I was standing about 3 feet from the edge. I was scared to get any closer. . . .very scared to stand at the edge.Scared of falling. Scared because I am a mother and my kids need me. I hope one day, metaphorically, I can stand on the edge of whatever it is I want to pursue and let the scenery be mine, all mine.