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Break Time

I'm going to take a two-week break from working on the linen quilt, mainly because I'm on the brink of creative burnout again. There are some smaller projects I can do that will refill my idea well, and I have an original embroidery design I want to draft. I did okay this week, however, and finished another row of blocks.

I'm at the same point I was with my first linen quilt, where I've made some mistakes I really don't like (two smaller patches, which are easily fixed once I enter the editing phase of the project.)

I also feel as if I'm running out of steam, creatively-speaking. That's why I'm going to set it aside for a longer break, so I can get over myself.

I also know I'm not a particularly spontaneous person, so all the improv and in-the-moment work becomes a bit tiring, especially when I'm working on a bed-size project. I start doubting myself.

I've finished embroidering about a third of the quilt, which is very good progress considering how busy I am with the day job right now. I also still love the project; it's just time for a major break before I stop feeling the love. :)

The back of the quilt may be my favorite part of the project. Anyway, that's it on the linen quilt for the next couple of weeks.

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