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My Whole Deal

When I was young, the year 2000 was such a crazy distant future it put visions of hoverboards and laserbeams in our heads. Which was not so far off. In the actual year 2000, I was a sophomore in college, and had a livejournal. This was an early iteration of blogging, or maybe an early iteration of facebook, I am not sure. But I had one. I kept up with it for approximately two weeks. Mostly to keep tabs on the inner workings of a boy I had a crush on, who was super techie and inscrutable, so livejournal was a perfect window into his soul. or whatever emoji best represented his soul.


In the year 2003, I was living in Texas for a couple of years, having followed a boyfriend and the promise of employment there. I absolutely hated it. I kept a blog of restaurant reviews and other musings and rants, and it does not surprise me now that I faithfully maintained that thing through my entire 2 year tenure in Texas. It was my way of reaching out to the non-Texas world.

I returned to my native Southern California in 2005, joined Facebook and its various social networking predecessors, and did not give blogging much thought. I have kept journals to varying degrees of success my entire life, but there is something very different and appealing about blogs.

Nearly two years ago, when my two small children were even tinier, I decided to stop looking for full time employment, and throw myself into a hobby. I had my friend Katy show me how to use the sewing machine I had received the year before for Christmas. And I fell down a crazy rabbit hole from which I have (thankfully) never emerged. I went from working as a solo practice attorney to being a slightly depressed mother of two babies, and then leapt feverishly and headlong into being a full-time quilter and crafter.

Part of me was a little embarrassed by this vocational shift. I was still connected to my teacher and lawyer and other professional friends. I am surrounded by other overeducated people like myself; we followed a treadmill that we were told was the ‘correct’ path for us. If you get the degrees, if you get the granite countertops, if you wear the suits, you are successful. But that equation only works if you define success as having those degrees, counters, and clothes. I can’t clearly define success yet, but it has to be related to the crazy passion that I feel for making things, and teaching my children to be self-sufficient thing-makers, too.

Of course, those teacher and lawyer and other professional friends might also be successful by each of their own definitions, and I really hope they are. I also hope it makes them happy to have an eccentric quilty friend in their contact list, who really wants their old clothes, so that I can cut them up and sew them back together.

However, I do know those friends are probably not going to be enthusiastic if my only forum for sharing quilting and kid art pics and tips is their Instagram feed. They have been supportive thus far, but if they only knew how many quilts I have NOT posted, they’d be blown away. So here’s a place for that.

I started this blog as a way of specifically connecting to the other eccentric quilty and crafty people that I know are out there. People who totally understand and wouldn’t even think to roll their eyes when I talk about my bobbin tension or mitered corners. People who don’t ‘go shopping’ as an activity because nobody wants to hear them say “I could make that” over and over. People who always watch movies with a skein of yarn or a stack of fabric hexies to keep them busy. These are my people, and that’s my whole deal.


Quilt Girl


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