For a while now, I've been lamenting the fact that I haven't created anything.
I used to create. I used to knit, crosstitch, write, tweak websites, cook new recipes, anything that let me just go...get in the moment, wing it, and have something to show for it.
Creating always came pretty easy to me.
Lately, though, I come home at the end of the day, braindead and emotionally numb and I sit in front of my television for a few hours, then go to sleep to do it all over again.
It's not healthy for me.
So, this week, I resolved to try and mix things up a little. I was going to take my day off and have something to show for it at the end of the day. At the library, I was flipping through a quilting book when I spotted a pattern that looked easy enough for me - I'm still a novice quilter, and haven't made anything without supervision of my friend, Quilter Extraordinaire Mary.
Still, it didn't look that hard...
I bought batting and material, I cut and cut (and cut) squares, and then opened up my sewing machine and just let go.
I spent all day sewing, cutting, laying out, ironing, threading, sandwiching, pinning and more. I listened to a fabulous book on cd and didn't notice the hours go by.
At the end of the day, I had created. It's not perfect, and I could point out all the problems with it, but I love it. It's kicky and cute, and I'm so proud of my little quilt.
And perhaps nicest of all was the reminder that I'm still creative, that I still have the spark, and though dormant, it's not extinquished.