Old Tasks, New Direction

I got this warning in my fortune cookie from our Chinese takeout:

It sounds ominous, right? It certainly could be, but I don't think it is. What it immediately called to mind for me was all the projects I've stuck in my to-do bin:

As I mentioned last month I'm losing function in my only working hand due to the progression of my arthritis, and I think by this time next year I won't be able to hand stitch anymore. Now I can whine and cry about that (and I have), or I can get on with what I want to do right now while I can still do hand work. I can do a lot in a year, trust me. :)

Along with my silk crazy quilt I've added my to-do bin to my hand quilting bucket list. So I unpacked the bin to look at everything and decide in what order I should do them:

These are shibori fabrics dyed by a textile artist; I have some vague notions on making them into an art piece.

I've always wanted to make a queen or king size version of the Yellow Brick Road pattern in greens, teals and blues. I've slowly collected fat quarters to do one.

I really, really want to make a My Secret Garden quilt out of these scraps.

Two piles of patchwork I purchased from KnJ Studio that would make pretty lap quilts.

A four-patch quilt top and some matching fat quarters that I picked up for a song. I wanted to make this into a charity-donation quilt.

No idea what to make these fabrics into; I just liked the vibe of the prints. Sort of industrial/grungy/steampunky.

Two more table runners by KnJ Studio waiting to be made.

There were a few more, smaller projects as well. I sat and thought about it a lot before I repacked the to-do bin in the order I want to do everything, and I'll be working on these one by one until I can't hand sew anymore.

To see the first four projects I chose, stop in tomorrow.

Comments

nightsmusic said…

I really like that grunge grouping. I have no idea why, but it's unique.

I'm still picking away at things, sewing, piano...but my right index finger continues to twist. It's good for my arthritis though, my hands don't hurt so much, so I keep on keeping on too. Don't stop until you absolutely can't do one. more. thing.

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