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First Sight

I like to think that I don't fall in love easily, but when it comes to crochet and quilting actually I do. Sometimes despite my best intentions it happens at first sight. That's why I'm careful not to get on Pinterest or Instagram and start envy-scrolling through all the crochet and quilt pics. I do love seeing what others make, but I also can and will fall in love with something and then become obsessed with making my own version. It's the same way I can get distracted by story ideas, and why I have to jot down the bones and file them away. If I didn't I'd never get anything done.

For some reason pattern books are safe for me. I can see a gorgeous project like this crochet moorish mosaic throw and love it without having to go and pull yarn and start working on one right away. Maybe it's because I own the pattern and I know I can get to it any time.

There are still some quilts I would like to make that I fell in love with at first sight, like this pixelated floral quilt at last year's county show. I have one already in my collection that hangs in my sewing room, but someone else made that. I'd like to do one with white roses.

Occasionally I do give in to my love at first sight impulses. I saw this biker quilt at the same show last year, which I thought my nephew would love, and went hunting for the panel, which I found on Etsy. I've been collecting fabrics to go with it, and guess what? I'm almost ready to make it.

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