Do you ever make things harder than they really are? Really? Never?
My teen is an expert at this. Sometimes he can take a simple idea so far into the realm of the impossible that it’s hard not to laugh. OK, so my husband and I don’t try that hard not to laugh. And then we usually rib him about it and laugh some more. It’s payback for all the times I’ve been a huge source of entertainment to my son, followed by him telling me, “You are SO weird.”
I catch myself making things harder when I’m tired or when I don’t want to do something. Sometimes I have trouble getting my mind around a new idea or a new way of doing things, and I think it’s complicated until I have a chance to accept the change. Then it doesn’t feel like a big deal.
As I’m in the home stretch of piecing the inchworm top, I can see I made this quilt much harder than it was. This case fell into the I-don’t-want-to-do-it category. It’s not that I don’t enjoy making baby quilts. I just had more creative projects on the brain and wanted to work on those instead. In hindsight, I probably should have worked on both at once. I doubt adding another project to the mix would have dragged it out anymore than I procrastinated on my own.
I made the face block, but didn’t add the features yet. I’m cutting sashing and borders and thinking about how I want to quilt this. I’m ready to be done with this quilt, and that may be the biggest motivator of all. That, and I can still finish it before the baby is due.