Until recently I thought I was a quilter. I have a sewing machine and many quilting tools and a nice little fabric stash. My friend Caroline and I have taken several classes together over the years. During a recent class I had an epiphany. I am not a quilter. I am a class taker. It starts and stops there. I hope this will change over time but here’s the pattern we have observed-oddly enough it’s a twelve step program.
- Notice a class and like the sounds of it
- Get excited about the class and the mythical outcome
- Ask the quilting ladies at the quilting shop- “how much homework?”. They say “not much”
- Get the class instructions and supplies list. Don’t look closely at the instructions
- Shop for fabric-very exciting-still on a high
- Look closely at the instructions-what? You have to do a lot of things ahead of time?!
- Pack ALL the stuff you need and schlep off to class
- The quilting instructor is very nice and very accomplished
- There’s homework. You realize the quilting ladies, nice as they are, lie
- You think-why did I sign up for this-so much work!!!
- You come to end of the class-hey that’s not so bad-but there are things to be finished after the class
- The items becomes a UFO in your closet (Unfinished Object)
You may or may not be a quilter but perhaps you have taken classes or courses and then …well things wither on the vine-or in a heap in the closet. Is our experience unique or are we among friends?
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