No, we didn’t turn into an economics blog when your back was turned. Today’s post is definitely about writing – honest!
But first . . .
One summer when I was about twelve, I made my first attempt at piecing a quilt. I’m from a long line of crafty people, there were plenty of fabric scraps around the house, and I needed something to do during those loooooong hours when the library had the audacity to close.
Pink and green was a popular color combination at that time (don’t ask me why), so those are the colors I chose, making bigger blocks out of smaller blocks of a variety of colors. Since I was using scraps, I ran out of some patterns before others. Eventually the top was finished, some batting purchased for the inside, and a piece of fabric unearthed for the back. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing, but I’d seen it done before and just sort of winged it.
The seams weren’t as straight as they could be. I frequently forgot to check my stitch-width, so that varied quite a bit. My squares could only be called “square” by the truly charitable. Had my mother been making the quilt, she’d have taken apart the problems areas and made sure everything was perfect before moving on. I am my father’s daughter, however, and his philosophy (besides “duct tape can fix anything”) was “if you step back and squint a little and it looks fine, then it’s fine.” So I stepped back, squinted, and carried on. Continue reading