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Transitions

October 16, 2013

The prison quilting class began a new phase this week. I conducted my last class as leader and passed the program on to new teachers.

 

My last load of kits and class projects

My last load of kits and class projects

 

Whenever I let go of one project – rare times, but they do happen – I imagine all the new projects I’ll tackle with the extra time in my schedule. One would think by now I’d have accepted the reality of transition time. One would think.

 

This is the notebook I re-purposed for the FCI quilters manual.

 

Lani Longshore notebook

 

Since I had been a committee of one, the manual was in my head. Part of my transition time was occupied by writing down the things in my head, which is always a scary business.

 

Lani Longshore title page

 

There is also the scary business of transferring all the stuff I still have for the program to the new teachers.

 

Stuff that must leave my house

Stuff that must leave my house

 

Admittedly, it will be scarier for them.

 

More stuff that must leave my house

More stuff that must leave my house

 

When all that is finished, I need to finish up my Christmas projects. Mom and I bought the fabric for her gifts together. Here is the block for one of the three dresser scarves I’m making for her.

 

One block, just one little block

One block, just one little block

 

This is what all three look like on my design wall.

 

What do the blocks say to you?

What do the blocks say to you?

 

I think there is some kimono work in my future, when I really do have that extra time I’m imagining.

 

 

Thank Heavens For Little Bins

September 4, 2013

We had a four-day party at our house last weekend. Between the Scottish Games, family and friends, there wasn’t a dull moment. The best part was I could completely enjoy the celebrations because I turned my studio into a guest room.

 

The floor! The floor!

The floor! The floor!

 

True, a cot in the sewing room doesn’t rival the Hilton, but considering all the stuff I had to move around, I was thrilled to recover as much space as I did. Thank heavens for little bins, and totes, and hampers. After a week of sorting, consolidating and tossing, I had some things squirrled away.

 

Bins in the corner of my bedroom

Bins in the corner of my bedroom

 

Two days before company arrived, this is what I faced:

 

Lani Longshore totes

 

I also found a never-used collapsible clothes hamper that I bought for one of the kids heading off to college (I won’t comment on why the child didn’t bring it along).

 

A great place to put piles of fabric

A great place to put piles of fabric

 

My husband gave me dispensation to bring the stuff out to the garage for the duration of the visit.

 

Colonizing the garage

Colonizing the garage

 

I have to bring everything back, and the sooner the better, but at least I’ve had one sort out. If I’m clever (and my husband is patient about reclaiming his garage space), I’ll bring in one bag, tote, or bin at a time and put the contents where it belongs, not where it fits. If I’m clever . . .

 

 

Snapped!

February 2, 2012

I’ve been telling people that I started the New Year feeling three weeks behind. My deadlines were piling up, and I was starting to feel like a walking Tetris game. As soon as one project was finished, the next one in line clicked into place.

When that happens, some of the less appealing chores drop off the to-do list. Filing, for instance, which in the sewing room means folding fabric, is one of my least favorite things, so it is always the first on the chopping block. The unintended consequence of buying time at the expense of tidiness is that things get lost.

That happened yesterday, and I snapped. I couldn’t find my favorite ruler, so I started poking around under the piles. The more time I spent prodding things, the angrier I got until finally I just swept everything off the sewing table and on to the floor.

Ironically, at that moment I glanced at the shelf where my rulers are lined up by size and there, in its proper place, was my favorite one. The gods must have been rolling on the floor laughing at me.

Still, as the damage was done I had a decision to make. I knew one of the reasons I was feeling stressed in the sewing room was that I had piles of fabrics that I thought would go well together. Someday. I decided someday was never coming.

Yes, those piles on the sewing room table got filed. I separated the fabric by color and put it into the drawers. Of course, to get to the drawers I had to move the tote bags of fabrics that go well together and that have notes for actual projects.

These will go back in front of the drawers, but at least I have a little room on the sewing table, fewer would-be projects with no direction glaring balefully at me, and a small (if somewhat self-deluding) sense of accomplishment.