I was out of sorts last week, for unreasonable reasons. To sort out this out of sorts state I wanted to make something. Something tangible. But for some (again) unreasonable reason, I felt it had to be a little brainless and completely unrelated to the projects that feel as though they are pressing me down from every side.
So I pulled out the sewing machine. And I pulled out all the jelly roll cut fabric I have that’s not already designated for a particular project. I stayed up irresponsibly late. I paired and I sliced and I sewed and I sliced and I sewed and I made nine patches. Twenty-seven nine patches so far. With strips of fabric prepped and paired for some sixty-six more. I’m guessing they’ll all end up in quilts for 100 Quilts for Kids.
Most of the nine patches I completed during this weekend of sewing come from the first jelly roll I ever purchased. I bought it last Thanksgiving weekend on an impulse that made me realize that this quilting thing had probably sucked me in more than I had intended. This weekend I learned a little from that jelly roll – mainly that cheap fabric is cheap fabric. It doesn’t feel as nice and might be cut a little wonky compared to better fabrics. Still, the resulting effect is pretty, and I have hope that time and a few washes will make a quilt made from these nine patches just as cozy as any other.
After my nine patch craziness subsided, I was able to make a little progress towards one of my projects. I’ve had a little block on this quilt. Its purpose is a tender one, and I suppose in some ways that has made it harder for me to just move ahead without worrying about perfection. Still, I feel as though I’m getting somewhere now. Maybe all those nine patches have truly sorted me out.