There are 13 large flowers and 8 small flowers in my quilt, and I've quilted 6 large and 2 small flowers so far. My pattern is to put a large hexagon inside each row of the large flowers, then quilt 1/4 inch away from flower in the green path. When that's all done, I'll still have to figure out what I'll do with the rest of the green area, and the border.
But even the quilting is dragging me down a little. The further I progress, the less I like the way I'm quilting. Because I'm doing it freehand, each of the little stitch variations and slight dimples is bothering me. I probably need to take a break and appreciate the work I've done so far. This is the quilt I wanted to make, remembering with love the way my grandmother made her quilts. No quilt frame, no rotary cutter, no fancy tools, just scissors, old fabric and love.
My flower garden is for me, with all of its warts, wrinkles and uneven stitching. My humanity comes through, my imperfections, my striving for a level I cannot yet reach. At the same time, though, I love them all, because this is the single most beautiful thing I ever created by myself. (My daughter doesn't count, because she's the product of DH and me together. That said, she's the most beautiful thing we've ever created.)
OK, maybe I'm not so dragged down anymore.
