I have absolutely no business sewing right now. None at all. And yet - perhaps that's the very time at which one should be sewing. That's what my gut told me anyway, at about midnight one night last week. Of course, I didn't go for the mending that needs to be done, nor the hoped-for-holiday gift sewing. Nope. I headed straight for a fun fat quarter pack of Lotta Jansdotter and decided to dive on into a quilt. A quilt that isn't really 'needed' and a quilt that I actually have no end plan for. I have no pattern even. I just started sewing.
It was a quick fix, and it worked. Just an hour of sewing is what I managed before my drooping eyelids drove me to bed, but I felt better. A little more normal. Refreshed, I dare say. And since that night, ten minutes at a time (and never any more), I've been sneaking (sometimes quite literally) into my studio to stitch together just one more square. And slowly, as those seams were made, a plan was formed. I think I know what I'm doing with this pile of fabric after all. Some backing has been located, another fat quarter stack was purchased. It's growing. This morning, before anyone was awake, before I wrote this blog post, before I milked the cow or packed the bag I need for today's adventure, I made myself a lovely little pile of strips that I'm eager to sew together. Whenever I manage to make it back here.
It will be lovely, if at the end of this, I have a quilt. But really, in this particular case as it sometimes is with crafting, that finished object will just be a bonus. For it's the sewing that I'm really after, and the sewing itself that is precisely what I need and am so grateful for. It's a very good thing.