I'd decided earlier that was the prescription for what ails me (near-total inertia when it comes to fiber creativity), and that's what I did over the weekend.
My SIL Karen bought these screen-printed blocks on a trip to Oregon years ago. They show lighthouses from around the state. Apparently it sat in her possessions for some time, until she asked me if I could put them together into a quilt for her. I agreed, and they spent another year or so marinating in all my stuff. I did wash them a few months ago, but then they sat some more.
Friday I bought navy blue fabric for the sashing and backing, and got the blocks squared. It only took about three hours to get the whole thing pieced, including a mitered border. Now I need to connect with Sidney (of the magical computerized HQ16!) so I can get it quilted. I'm thinking this will take a fairly simple design, so the setup will probably take longer than the stitching. I plan to just put it in a priority mail box, and send it off to Karen. I'm hoping it will be the kind of surprise she'll like!
My lovely rust dyed jacket is already showing signs that it will be a short-lived article of clothing. Ah well. I like the pattern so much, I'm thinking I will dye some linen/rayon fabric, and make it again.
And I worked on a 12 by 12 piece- all that's left is some quilting, and finishing the edges. I'm hoping to get at least one more done this weekend.
Am I the only one out there feeling so blah? The news is uniformly depressing or frustrating, and I feel utterly helpless to do anything about it. I'm sick of cold weather, I want to feel the sun on my skin. About the only thing I've been able to focus on for any length of time is calorie counting and getting to the gym. Maybe because it's one thing I can control?