There are some days when my left brain says to my right brain, "Go ahead - do you want. I'm going to take a nap". Today was one of those days.
And that's a good thing because my left brain - the analytical, logical, systems based, organized, check-balancing part - works pretty hard most of the time, while my right brain is usually lying on a deserted tropical beach, sipping a cool drink and wondering what to have for lunch.
We can't be left-brainers all the time. It's exhausting. Nor can we be right-brainers; that's exhausting too. I sometimes wonder if that is why quilting attracts me so. The organization, the planning, the structure - I really like all of that. The colors, the patterns, the impromptu facial I get from my iron when it steams - it all makes me happy. The hand-quilting part is where it really gets good. I love making those little stitches - dash dash dash - and I love the feel of the cotton in my hands. To top it all off, when that last stitch is taken, you've got something that is functional (left-brain practicality) as well as beautiful (right-brain sensuality). Finally, a . . . . wait for it . . . . a meeting of the minds. Bliss.
So I've had a few weeks where my left brain has been a wee bit busy and my right brain, in between naps, has been blank. To use the professional term, I've been in a rut. And that, my friends, is not pretty.
I've wanted to sew, but have not wanted to cut any fabric. At the end of a workday, I just couldn't get the math stuff together. I didn't feel like cutting perfect little squares, let alone HSTs. I just wasn't feeling it. But I wanted to do something. Without a plan, I pulled some fabrics, picked out a new needle, turned on my facial machine iron and went to town.
I couldn't bear to throw away that lonely little nine-patch so I built this backing around it. This less than traditional (right-brain) backing is for my very traditional (left-brain) quilt top, enigmatically titled I Don't Know What To Call It Yet. That top came together last December when I wrote about perfection, particularly of the holiday kind.
I knew there was not a chance I was going to get this baby quilted in time for a joyeux Noël. But it just felt good to work on a red and green quilt in December. So it took nine months to get to this point; I'm quite okay with that. It was worth the wait. It may take me another nine months to get it layered and basted, and I'm totally okay with that too. But that's pretty unlikely though because I really like how this looks and it would be kind of nice to have a new little quilt for December.
I hope my left brain extends its vacation . . .