Obsessions…

I don’t know how others have endured their time in quarantine these last couple of months but in my frustration over needing something to do I became obsessed with the desire to sew.  I mean that literally, I was dying to sew but absolutely couldn’t settle on a project.  In the back of my mind were the collage quilts that I came across in a tiny little quilt shop in the tiny little town of Fairlee, VT while I was camping last summer.  The patterns they had were so cute, and the concept uses your scraps of fabrics from all your other projects, finished and unfinished, and that appealed to me too.  But the downfall was that this process yields art quilts.  Quilts to be hung on the wall and admired, but with little wall space in my house, and lots of doubt in my ability to match the jaw-dropping ones I saw online, I dropped the idea once I got home.

But along came a quarantine and my need to do something besides bake (and eat), but I couldn’t make myself decide on a project until I thought of a log cabin quilt with the theme of doorways, and embellish them with little elements, a la collage quilting.  And so I started cutting and sewing, using only fabrics that I already owned.  I used up tons of fabric, spools of thread, and a quilt batt that I had bought but never used.  And somewhere along the way I realized that we are behind closed doors, and I here I was working on happy little doorways.  I didn’t do it on purpose, but once I saw the connection I was fearful that it would be yet another project that would remain forever unfinished when it could be something to remind me of this strange time.  Days and days of rain came at just the right time to keep me home and and sewing, and as of this morning its finished!  I will take it with me when I head out in a couple of weeks.  Not a piece of art, but a warm reminder of a time like no other in my life.  A time we probably won’t forget anytime soon…

I thought I had finished this post, but then I looked out my door and saw my uncle come out of his front door, so I recruited him to hold the quilt for me.  It’s simple and silly, but I like it.