I don’t know why, but when I think of the process of making a quilt or any other longer term project this song pops into my head. Creating something that spans several days/weeks/months/possibly years is like a relationship---there is the excitement of something new, the getting to know you part, the ups and sometimes downs, and after you finish the relationship continues but in a slightly different (but hopefully good fashion) like marriage.
This relationship feeling rings very true with my NY Beauty quilt. My first notice of the NYB was one of great admiration---wow, what a beautiful quilt, but soooo out of my league. There was a flirtation when I found out that perhaps it could be---maybe. When I created my first square, I felt like the nerdy girl who was going to prom with the [hot] captain of the football team (to phrase it in a very American stereotypical fashion). I couldn’t believe that NYB could be mine---it wasn’t possible. I was living in a crafting version of a John Hughes movie.
In the beginning of the relationship, we had a great time. It was new and so exciting. I think back to the good times we had. Watching the Olympics cutting out the fabric (I learned a great lesson about cutting fabric out on your lap ---my favorite PJs now have a scar). I also, remember happy afternoons in my craft room quilting and falling in love again with Mason Jennings (it was funny when I went to see Mason in concert some of the songs he played gave me happy déjà vu of those afternoons).
Like all relationships, we did have our issues---I hate to be wasteful and NYB is a fabric/thread/time hog. I ran out of several of the fabrics and had to swap, search on line, and just replace a few things (a sometimes pricey endeavor). Looking back, I seemed to be the one who caved on this issue, whatever Lola wants, Lola gets...
At times, our mostly happy relationship would suddenly shift---NYB’s cheery colors did not seem to suit my crafting palette. I became bored and distant from my quilt. Like an unfaithful lover, I spent my time with other fleeting projects. What can I say? I can be such a pig...but NYB would always graciously take me back.
(admittedly not the best shot, but it was what I could get).