Small Project, Big Finish

Last night I completed my slow stitched spool project and sewed on the wrapping ribbon.

Here's the whole strip unwound.

I felt a bit timid when I began the project, as I've never made one of these. I also didn't feel sure I could be very creative in a 2-inch-wide work space.

One thing slow stitching does for me is help me let go of my doubts and worries, and find the joy in the work.

I don't want to be perfect when I slow stitch; instead I embrace my limitations and all the imperfections that come from them.

I didn't consciously decide to make it beach-themed, but as that's my safe place I'm not surprised it evolved into that. For the last space I stitched a sand castle like those I always built at the beach.

The final touch was naming the project Beach Memories. Very glad I tried this, as I'm now in a good place in my head to begin the next large quilt project.

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