It was suggested last night that I was a “tad-bit” bullheaded.
Growing up as one of seven children, I was in the middle. Sometimes silent. Sometimes bossy. Sometimes in “Git’er done” mode.
I’m sure that I come by some “bullheadedness” honestly as I believe it’s a prevailing theme in our family. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)
As I actually moved into “real” quilting and not just piecing last night, I left the world of designing, sewing, pressing, sewing, ripping out, pressing and thought about the quilt design that would “showcase” the pattern and the fabric.
Because I had a specific idea in mind, I was ready to quilt all by myself. The first row of stitching was a breeze. I could put my presser foot on the edge of the seam and “let’er rip.” Confident. Competent. Making progress.
But it was not meant to be.
I wanted to use the presser foot with a lengthy gauge but I could not remember how to make it stay on. And then I couldn’t just add the old presser foot back on. Without an instruction book, I searched you tube for videos. Zero luck. Somehow I managed to add the presser foot back on but I was exhausted.
And yet, not ready to “give up.”
Plan B. Rig up a cardboard guide that would stretch from the previous seam to the needle. This cardboard/duct tape “spacer” worked for about a third of a row . . . BUT each stripe” was wider than the previous and my expectations were no longer being met.
Rip out the stitching and begin again. Revised plan.
Plan C. Eureka. Find the pen that was able to write and then be erased from fabric. But where was it? ARGH! I searched in boxes of fabric, a basket of odds and ends. But I could not find my pen with the ink that was “water soluble” and therefore ideal for my sewing project.
When I looked in the basket next to my machine, it quickly became apparent that I hadn’t looked EVERYWHERE, because the pen was there. Right under my nose the whole time.
I continued to work. It was nearing midnight. I was determined to complete this gift item at this time.
While a teacher, I was not fond of “chevron themed” classrooms with picture perfect bulletin boards and tidy work areas that seemed to promote cookie-cutter work products. So it was unusual to find myself sewing a chevron pattern and being quite specific in “the best sewing” ever. I marked out the points and then connected the lines between the low and high spots on the fabric as preparation for sewing.
Necessary prep work for the outcome I desired.
A specific envisionment.
Matching my plan with the real work.
And top stitching carefully
But improving with practice!
Getting Close . . . to sewing on the line consistently!
And even closer!
Repetition . . .
Over time . . .
Stubborn . . .
Persistent . . .
Determined . . .
Definitely a middle child . . .
Matching my perception
Project nearly completed.
One more to be added to the stack of completed Christmas gifts.
When are you persistent, tenacious or bullheaded?
When do you stay with a task long after others have moved on?
What decision points allow you to move on?
Do these traits exist in your personal AND professional lives?
What traits might you strengthen? Which traits might you actively decrease?
Which words will you choose?_____________________________________________________
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