Pigs with Lipstick

 The other day I meet with my Quilty Buddies 

And I made a confession.

I was really feeling like it was time to stop quilting!

I had lost the joy.  

I didn't feel like I had any creativity left.

I thought I was truly done.

They were shocked.

What was going on?

I shared how I had sorted through my stash

 and had lots of fabric I needed to part with.

But I felt guilty because of the money

 I had spent over the years,

 the amount of fabric I had collected....

  To justify these feelings, 

I felt like I needed to sew up some of these piles into quilts.

I had picked a pattern, cut and sewed. 

 I thought my plan would be to create

 something wonderful for someone.  

To pass on many quilts.

But I felt myself losing the excitement

 and joy I usually felt as I work on a project. 

 It was like walking through deep sticky mud.

 Agggh!  

 I was quickly sinking. 

 Maybe I was done.

  I mean,  really done. 

 That's how I was feeling.

After lots of questions, my one friend said,

Lipstick on a pig, is still a pig.

She went on to say,

if I was using fabric I didn't love anymore,

 why would the quilt I was making 

be something I loved, 

no matter what I did with it.

Was it as simple as that?

I think my friends were right in this case.  

My heart wasn't in it.

It really had made me depressed. 

Since then,

I have stopped that project,

 bundled up all the piles 

and made arrangements for a local sewing group

 to take it and do their good works with it.

*****

Let it go, let it go

Some of my fabric is tired and old.

Try as I will 

There just isn't a thrill.

Can't hold it back anymore

I need to pass it through another door. 

I don't care what others may say

I don't want to sew with it another day.

I have felt guilty long enough. 

It really is still good stuff.

Maybe someone else will find a joy.

So, the fabric is theirs to enjoy.

Let it go, let it go.

The decision has made me feel lighter

Sewing even seems brighter.

It's time to do what I love.

To dispose of, get rid of

The pieces from my overabundant stash.

That made me feel depressed and dashed.

I started a project, I really did try,

But then I started questioning why

I was unhappy and restless

I was not doing my bestess.

As time seems to be growing shorter

It was also time to stop being a hoarder.

I simply will never be able to use it all

But there are others who will be having a ball.

So, Let it go, let it go.

*****

And I have.

Until Next Time 

Kyle