This is a WIP.
When I first discovered quilting blogs, I also discovered quilting lingo. I learned two terms that are now integral to my life as an amateur quilter: WIP and Wonky.
This is a square of the Get Well Quilt that Maria and I designed the day she stayed home from school with a cold. We had charm packs that we threw on the ground and then we just played at making patterns and matching colors, considered prints sizes, and generally explored all of our options. It was fun. And it took some patience and cooperation on both our parts. We did not settle on the final pattern until both of us creative, opinionated designers reached consensus.
Then we began machine piecing. Maria helps with pins, and counting, and snipping threads. And I was trying for perfect, by measuring, measuring, measuring, and making my straightest seams.
A WIP is a Work in Progress, and I have loads of them. My life is a WIP. My mind and heart are WIPs. I have three quilt WIPS... they really deserve to be finished. So, the other day when the sewing bug bit, I went straight for this latest WIP with the earnest intention to make big progress on it. And I was really pleased with my diligent, dedicated, perfection seeking advancements.
Half way done with piecing?
This is the point at which I was really feeling grand. Think of how thoughtfully we had planned our random patchwork layout, think of how careful I was to measure twice-cut once, think of squaring squares, and lining up seams...
(Think of Luke, gobsmacked, upon hearing from his dear ol'dad:
* Darth Vader: No. I am your father.
* Luke Skywalker: No... that's not true! That's impossible!
* Darth Vader: Search your feelings. You know it to be true.
* Luke Skywalker: NOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!")
Only it was more like this:
*Quilt: Yes. I am your wonky quilt.
*Me: No... that's not true! That's impossible (blubbering, and grimace faced)
*Quilt: Search your feelings. You know this to be true.
*Me: Noooooooo! Nooooooooo!
It is true. This is my Wonky
My quilt and I will eventually reconcile, because really is there such a thing as perfect? I was still grimacing and blubbering about my so called failure, when I found this blog post. And if you have ever hoped for perfection, or admired perfection, believed in perfection, or suffered lack of perfection, like me, you might find this blog post helpful, reassuring, and heartbreaking too.
And now I am going to wash some dishes, because the kitchen is a huge mess. I am glad it is messy, not because I like it messy, but because it reminds me that we were busy playing with friends, and having a wonderful time eating a delicious dinner, carving pumpkins, and making fantastic plans. It feels good to Be Real. I am a Wonky WIP.