I spent this week Quilting and piecing several quilts. I knew I had been sewing a lot this week but it didn't dawn on me until Friday when I couldn't quilt because the kids were home. Maybe I should have seen the signs. They were all there, I just didn't see them. Perhaps when I found black thread stuck in the elastic of my underwear it should have struck me as odd, but it didn't. Maybe if I would have noticed the clump of thread stuck on my butt as I walked up and met Emma's teacher after school it would have sunk in. Surely when Emma said, "Mom did you brush your hair at all today? Because you have thread in your pony-tail." But all of that went sailing past me. Perhaps I was a tiny bit obsessed with quilting this week.
While quilting I often find myself critiquing my work. Often I am none to pleased with how I am doing. I guess we all do it, but I was amazed at how much of what I thought was negative. As I stood back and admired my quilting I found my positive side arguing with my negative side. I had to laugh! It was as if I had the little angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other. The angel wearing a lovely trapunto quilted dress in white broadcloth and the devil in a rag quilt (all red of course.) Yes, professional help would be highly recommended at this point.
I have to thank Emma for helping me take these outdoor pictures. Bless her little heart, she even put aside her own homework to help mom. Perhaps the final clue that allowed me to see just how obsessed I was this week, was when Emma asked, "Okay. Are you done quilting NOW?" My response was, of course, NEVER!