Have you ever seen a project and felt instinctively that you should tackle it as soon as possible? As if it's some rite of passage?
Not since I cross-stitched a sampler of Proverbs 31 back in the early 90s (a 3-year process), have I come across something so tedious, engaging, and utterly addictive.
As soon as I laid eyes on Kate's scrap map,
I. Was. Hooked.
I didn't spend much time analyzing my fabric choices, except for a few special places.
California is a dainty pink-and-floral print because my spiritual mother lives there. She is the epitome of a gentle and quiet spirit and godly womanhood.
Texas is black-and-white damask because it's where I live, and I've said that if I were any fabric, I'd be black-and-white damask home decor fabric.
Pennsylvania is denim because blue is part of the "Keystone State" emblem, and denim represents the casual, blue-collar atmosphere in which I grew up.
Georgia is camouflage because the lion's share of our Army time was spent at Ft. Benning.
Alabama is red because, if given a choice between the two rival teams, my husband would yell "Roll Tide!" rather than "War Eagle!". (I like the scissors print because it was while living in Alabama that I started sewing again more regularly after a long hiatus.)
Thankfully, I have very industrious kitchen helpers, so I was able to assign certain Thanksgiving dinner tasks to the children. They knew that I had some special sewing planned for this week, and they graciously allowed me the freedom to come and go between the kitchen and the sewing room at my leisure.
My two goals this week were my new apron (love!), just in time for Thanksgiving, and the scrap map.
I became so
obsessed engrossed in the map project that I hardly slept on Wednesday night. I had just finished the final step of making it just before midnight, which meant that mounting and hanging it would have to wait until Thanksgiving morning.
I had multiple lists running through my head and couldn't prioritize them, so it took a long time to fall asleep.
Once asleep, I tossed, turned, and dreamed about the map and the fabrics for most of the night!
At 4:00 a.m., I forced myself to stay in bed and get plenty of rest for the day ahead.
Finally, I was able to get up, go for a run, mount the map, and watch, overjoyed, as my sweet husband hung it on the wall of the school room for me.
What a guy!
Once that was tackled, I was free to shower, eat breakfast, and work on the finishing touches for Thanksgiving dinner.
Incidentally, I strategically planned my Thanksgiving dinner dress to create a complimentary neutral backdrop for my new apron.
|(My dress is actually slate-gray, but it looks black in this photo, next to the lighter gray in the apron, and so far from the black boots and tights.)|