For quite some time now I have been feeling decidedly un-creative. My love and passion for vintage chenille just didn't feel the same anymore. When we moved house 3 months ago and I had to pack all that chenille up, it felt as though it was weighing me down, I felt burdened by it. Something you are passionate about should never feel like a burden. I thought that if I sold off a fair chunk of it that it wouldn't all feel so oppressing. But that didn't really work either. I even briefly toyed with the idea of selling the lot. I have a custom order sitting here for quilt, pillowcases and euro pillowcases and I have known about it since before the move. Yes, over 3 months ago (let me tell you, this is the most patient client ever). I have made excuse after excuse to procrastinate on this thing as I just wasn't feeling the love anymore. When all my excuses had been used up, I knew I had to get started.
So, I started slowly. I thought I'd put together the pillowcases first and just chug along from there, all the time thinking, this is it, this will be the last chenille quilt I ever make. I finished the first euro pillowcase and sat back and looked at it. And the love came back. Just like that. How could I ever even think it had left! So I'll finish this order off, and it won't be my last. There may not be one for awhile, but at least I know, my chenille love is still there, it was just hibernating.
I didn't make that smaller cushion, it is pretty though isn't it?