What is it about quilting that annoys me? After thinking this over I have to say it boils down to myself. Getting caught up in limitations that are to be frank, self-imposed. For instance, fabrics that have a bad memory attached to them. If I could look at fabric as a blank slate, with no other purpose than will it work for the project at hand, things would probably move forward much faster. So why is it all so hard? I can sit all day analyzing, graphing out a pattern, planning, auditioning which fabrics to use or not and end up walking away totally exhausted having accomplished nothing.
Yikes! So scary to bare your soul to the world!