Let me start off with a disclaimer here: I am not a patient person. Corporate types would have me believe that I can change my propensity for impatience for the betterment of humanity and think of all the awesome outcomes for the world at large if I would just tweak my personality a bit here and there. To that I say: Horse hockey! I don’t ask anyone else to change their presumably annoying habits for my mental health so leave me mine, thank you very much.
Having said that, I’ve been teaching The Diva to sew, off and on, for about two years now. It’s stop and start and stop again which kind of drives me crazy but this is how she rolls. I’ve discovered that teaching a home-ec skill to an uber-perfectionist with ADHD is like trying to herd cats on speed. But, I’m nothing if not persistent.
About a year and a half ago, The Diva dug into my gluttonous stash of charm squares and sewed them, willy-nilly, into rows. Quarter-inch seams? Um, no, but close enough for government work, as my mother would say. And then the rows sat…and sat…and sat until I thought for sure they’d simply rot from age.
Imagine my surprise when Monday evening she exclaimed that she was going to finish her quilt top.
She plugged along and, for the most part, got the quarter-inch thing down and didn’t sew her (or my) fingers. Success! In less than an hour, she had a quilt top.
And it was at this point, that she changed her mind about what she was going to make. Shut up. Changing one’s mind is, after all, a woman’s prerogative.
This is what she made…
And this is who got it…
She’s quite pleased with herself (and so am I).
Nicely done, Diva, nicely done.