Remembering how fortunate we are as quilters
Yesterday after spending 10 hours quilting a gift quilt I was thinking about how fortunate we all are. We have found a craft, hobby, creative outlet, skill (skill is pushing it for me) or whatever we call it that is fulfilling and we enjoy. Some days I have a love/hate relationship with a project, other days I turn to my husband to "do the Math" to calm my Math frustration, and some days it is just a pleasant experience. My quilting journey began 4 years ago when I was going to retire for a second time and a friend talked me into a quilting class because she knew I would be miserable with "nothing" to do. So, on those days that I have too many dates with Jack the ripper, when I stress over the colors or design I chose, and when my need for for absolute perfection invades, I will "try" to remember how fortunate I am. I wonder if others feel this way also?