One Block Wonder Fabric

Almost every week someone asks me what fabric I’m using and I keep forgetting to show it.

Back in my glory quilting days, when I found a fabric I liked, I bought a bolt or two or three . . this is one of those three bolt fabrics. I’m down to the final bolt. It has served me well for backings and now this One Block Wonder.

There are 75 blocks made so far. I have no idea how many I need. I haven’t read that far! But for now, all the fabric, the blocks, the OBW books have all gone into a UFO tub and been stacked with the other UFOs that have a good chance of getting finished some day.

There are plenty that may never see the light of day. Literally, there are probably at least 100 projects that have been started and not finished but hey .. I’ve been quilting for a very long time and there have been interruptions – moves, books, “Hey mom . . Bobby is getting married . . can you make them a quilt?” And then the interruption of just not having any desire to quilt. Most of y’all didn’t know me back then but I was an avid quilter from about 1980 til about 1990 and then I stopped and hardly quilted at all for about 5 years. There was a move to Texas . . and it was not a good move. That’s why I always told Vince “I’ll go anywhere the employer sends you . . so long as it’s in the south and it is NOT Texas!” You see where that got me. During that quilting hiatus, there was a move back to Louisiana and a divorce so you know all those things are legitimate reasons for my life being turned upside down.

This time . . I don’t know. Maybe I’m over it . . maybe I’m not. I don’t see a divorce or a move in my future and can’t offer any plausible reason as to why I walked away from quilting for a few years. I always felt like the desire would come back and I do think it has. This morning I had sheets to wash, ironing to do, lunch to fix and the whole time, I kept thinking . . I have to get this done before I can go to the sewing room. Most of the past few years, I’ve thought of every excuse in the world NOT to go to the sewing room.

My sewing room buddy is never far from me. He’s such a sweet cat but . . he’s a typical cat — always in my way and always between me and whatever I’m trying to do.  It can be hard to type with him between me and the monitor, and hard to sew with him between me and the machine but we manage.