I’ve been composing this post in my head for several weeks. I started thinking about it right after the fat lady sang in my studio.
According to Wikipedia, “It ain’t over untilthe fat lady sings is a colloquialism and has been classified as a proverb. It means that one should not presume to know the outcome of an event which is still in progress. More specifically, the phrase is used when a situation is (or appears to be) nearing its conclusion. It cautions against assuming that the current state of an event is irreversible and clearly determines how or when the event will end. The phrase is most commonly used in association with organized competitions, particularly sports.”
Quilting is my sport. I wanted to have a pieced in Quilt National 2017, and the only way that could happen is if I create new work and submit it for consideration. You can’t win, if you don’t play.
It started in May, right after the amazing events of Fiber Art International 2016.
My plan was to work furiously for the next seven months creating three large pieces for my Quilt National application AND writing a book. I had cleared my calendar, and theoretically every minute of every day was mine. The quilts needed to be done by September 1st, and the book deadline was November 1st. I ran the calculations in my head over and over again and determined it was possible.
I was out in McCarthy for almost two months this summer most of it without my family. Friends would stop by to entice me to go on adventures. I would tell them—I get to BE in McCarthy, but I don’t get to have FUN in McCarthy. I am working.
I logged more then 200 hours on the quilt, and it still was not done. The piece was huge—eight feet by eight feet with thousands of pieces—and it still was not done. Time was running past me. Each day a zen experience of focus and fiber. I truly love being in that state of working all the time without interruption.
I have a hard time understanding that I don’t get to do everything. I am delusional when it comes to understanding how many hours are in a day, and how much I can accomplish with each of those hours. I sometimes think that because I wish something, it will be so.
Do I get to write a book, teach in Valdez, Beijing and Houston this fall, and have a three person show in Florida in December—YES. I do. Do I get to have a piece in Quilt National 2017. NOPE. That is not happening, because I will not be applying.
I was sad for a couple of hours. My Quilt National 2017 dreams ended early. It is okay. Now every hour of every day is spent working on the book. I am focused and the work and the writing are truly coming together.