I just noticed this neglected project (UnFinished Object, which is something totally different from a Work In Progress, isn’t it) shuffling around in the basement… It was going to be a little circular pouch, last summer I think. The pieces are almost all together, the inside of the pouch is already cut out, I even made a test pouch out of a single fabric to test my pattern. So why isn’t it done? I honestly can’t even remember why this got shoved aside.
Finding this set off a few days of self-reflection on my sewing habits and methods. (I didn’t let myself start to obsess about my general life-habits; I’m taking baby steps…) For a while I couldn’t stop thinking about how I must look through the eyes of my mother. Mom is a very linear person and finishes everything she starts and doesn’t have 37 projects in various stages of completion cluttering up her basement. I don’t even think she plans her next project until the one at hand is completed. My fluttering about must make her feel all twitchy until she has to look away and shake her head.
What it is about me that keeps me from seeing things through? Is it the lure of something exciting and new? Am I over-committed? Maybe just self-indulgent and undisciplined? Ugg, I think it might be those last two there. Time to be honest. If I don’t wanna do it, most of the time, I just don’t.
While I was working on the Strawberry Shortcake Quilt just now, I didn’t work on that many other things. Just one quilt from start to finish; it was easy because I gave myself deadlines and I wanted to keep plugging away at it so I could be done and move on to the next project. I had the goal in mind; gifting the quilt while the baby was still tiny enough to use it, so I knew I couldn’t set it aside and start something else. It worked. And it felt so good! So I’m working on more of that now. Goals, deadlines. And the sweet taste of success when something is actually finished and put to use. Why did it take me this long to figure this out? Here’s hoping I do turn into my mother after all…