Somehow over the last month or so I've managed to turn my hobby, quilting, into quite the chore. It's felt like I've been running a marathon at 100-meter-dash speeds. I've churned out ... a whole heap of things, let's just say, including three sets of four place mats each, a cape for a little boy, and a variety of other gifts that I still can't write about because, um, Christmas hasn't happened yet.
And I'm still not "done." At least not as done as I intended to be.
But tonight, when I came home from work with a huge headache, I looked at Jeff (poor guy) with (literally) tears in my eyes and just said "I don't have to have them all done on time, right? No one's going to be mad, are they???"
He gave me a big hug and told me of course not. The placemats alone took me NINE HOURS to finish on Sunday in order to have them ready for this week. NINE HOURS. On gifts for three co-workers. I was exhausted after that. The prospect of attempting to scramble together a ton more gifts in time for Christmas is just much too much.
So some will have to wait.
But luckily for me, quilts don't go bad.
I resolve, in the new year, to make sure my quilting stays a hobby, and doesn't turn back into a chore.