Quilting gives me the heeby-jeebies. I have made a few quilts, but each time the experience is the same. I joyfully set out to pick my fabric, spending hours days weeks looking for just the right thing. Then I’ll decide on a design, then cut my fabric out, and commence to sewing said pieces together. And at first it’s great…I sew away, and there’s something magical about seeing my first couple of rows come together. But every single time I quilt, it doesn’t take very long before I become more and more consumed by slight imperfections in my seam allowances. I’ll be stressed out when things like corners and points don’t match up 100%; and this obsession usually nose-dives into me putting my project away for days (or weeks…or months) before I get the courage to pick it up again. And in the spirit of honesty and full disclosure, I don’t really put it away, away. Most of the time, it winds up in a pile on my cutting table or hope chest and it adds to seemingly ever-present clutter in my sewing studio. If I’m honest, I crave organization and a clutter-free environment, but I’m just not there yet. But I digress. Back to quilting anxiety.
I guess most would probably say the cure to quilting anxiety is to practice, practice, practice, and your seams will become more precise. Or somethinhg like “Sew these two squares together and measure the size afterwards”, blah, blah, blah. I mean no disrespect to those of you who have mastered this craft, because, if I’m honest, I wanna be just like you one day. But for now, I’m just not a person to sew a bazillion little seams with the sole purpose of trying to master a perfect quarter-inch seam allowance.
But, it’s okay, right? Here’s my totally newbie take on perfection paralysis, and what I plan to do on the quilt that I’m stalled out on making for this very reason:
JUST KEEP SEWING
Who cares if it’s a little crooked? You’d be hard-pressed to find a garment/item in a store that doesn’t have minor imperfections. Perfection is for the birds. Now, I should probably insert a disclaimer here stating that there is in fact a time when a seam ripper is your best friend. If you’re sewing along and don’t notice that your seam line has drifted a half an inch in the wrong direction, obviously that will need to be fixed. But at the end of the day, a little dab of crookedness here and there ain’t never hurt nobody (as my mama would say).
Besides, isn’t there something charming about imperfections? Being able to look at something and tell right away that somebody made it with their own two hands? I’ll never be able to attain perfection anyway…so why even stress myself out trying? That’s my goal…to not put so much pressue on myself, and strive to enjoy the process more. If you’re like me, maybe you should try it too.