It is dark and blustery today which made it a whole lot easier to stay inside unshowered and do fun and exciting things like wash floors and launder clothes. The furniture is all moved around and I'm running out of places to stash all my clutter junk-- it feels like a getting ready for a real estate open house. The living room feels positively cavernous. I feel a major clean out coming on after Saturday.
The weather was also good for lots of thinking about the things I've been making lately. I feel a strange mix of low crafter's confidence combined with the excitement of really liking the sorts of things I've been sewing. I know. Nonsense. I'll explain.
For instance, I'm really happy with the way that these mats are coming together. The plan was to sell them this weekend as floor mats. But they would make bad rugs, I'm afraid, as they are sort of thin and a bit flimsy. Also, I'm not happy with the binding job. I can only rip it out and do it over so many times before the actual piece starts to shred. That said, I still like the idea of them-- and the freedom in which I can piece, quilt and embroider them. I want to make them better, sturdier, and perfect them in my own little fallible way. Less dodgy quilting. Sturdier hand binding. I'm going to make the next round as Christmas gifts. You know, inflict them on the family. They will be better. And the batch after that? Maybe to sell. That would be great. And I'll be really happy with them by then. Tickled pink, even.
Of course, as others have said, a show like we're doing tomorrow sort of sets oneself up for being judged. And that's where the low confidence might be coming in. I'm okay with it. Pride comes before the Fall, right? I'm still a lot Mennonite in that way, I think. I would be bummed if my stuff didn't stand up to the "touch and feel" test. Or worse, "the buy and use" test.
Anyway, that's what I was thinking about today whilst on my hands knees mopping the marmoleum. And pulling the spiders out of the corners. And the dust off everything. I should get back to that.
