In my culture, there is a custom not to wear new clothes for a year after the death of a parent (amongst several other signs of mourning). Having been an avid garment sewer for decades, I decided upon the death of my dad in 2017, that I would neither purchase nor sew clothes for myself for the whole year.
As the acute stages of grief started to wear off, I found myself longing to be creative at the sewing machine, and the quilting bug started to take hold.
I don’t think I’ll quilt forever. After all, there are only so many ‘blankets’ one needs. And considering the time and money invested in their creation, there just aren’t that many people I would deem quilt-worthy!
I’ll only do it as long as I enjoy it. And then I won’t.