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I've wanted a denim quilt for a long time. They're neat, they're cool - in the social sense, because a layer of denim backed with a layer of flannel is better than an electric blanket. I wrote about them on a long-defunct webpage. It's been on my resolutions list for as long as I've had one; I started gathering friend's worn-out jeans nigh onto 20 years ago.

Tonight, I watched an overflowing moving box of jeans, denim patches, and partially-sewn denim crazy quilt blocks get carried out to a van. Much fun as it would be to have a denim blanket, I've got warm blankets, I'm more interested in knitting than sewing, and after all these years I'm quite likely not to get onto that project in quite some time.

Fortunately, the person who took it away on Freecycle is a Girl Scout leader, whose troop is making blankets for soldiers in the Gulf. If I'm going to put a period on a project I've been planning for two decades, I'm glad it's going for good causes.


This weekend I'm going to take a hard look at the fabric I've put aside for the pineapple quilt that is almost as long longed-for. It may yet be that someone gets a chance for a complete quilt kit... scraps and strips already cut and the tissue foundations for a queen-sized top, also already cut into blocks. (I think what's making me so contemplative about kissing these projects goodbye isn't just that I've been thinking about them for years, but I've actually been working on them on and off for all that time without ever dedicating the time to finishing.)

Date: 2007-01-23 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonquil.livejournal.com
There's an enormous peace to letting go. "I'm not going to do that; let me pass it on to somebody who will."

Date: 2007-01-23 11:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neadods.livejournal.com
There's a peace, and there's a regret in ending something that has been a part of one's life for a very long time. Even if it's been an uninteresting part!

And... I don't need them anymore. The impetus was to have warm blankets for my bed; the fake fur rescued from the basement from yet another unfinished project has been keeping me toasty for a month now and - while it ought to be bound off and finished - doesn't *need* any extra work to do the job. So it has me looking at the four quilts for which I have all the materials and going... how much *do* I care after all? Which part of me should I be listening to: the "I want a pineapple quilt" part from half my life ago, or the "I can't be arsed to work on this pineapple quilt" part from almost as long?

Date: 2007-01-23 08:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaviarassen.livejournal.com
So it's not just me??
(I just made a sort of open Xmas present of an entire box of fabric
that I know I will never get to. Or, rather, that I have admitted I
will never get to. I am sure there is more like it in my attic....)

Date: 2007-01-23 11:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neadods.livejournal.com
Nope!

It's wierd, though. It's like I feel I need some sort of cosmic permission to let these things go, because they were once important.

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