I can’t stop thinking about all those who went to work yesterday morning, and will never go home again.
Two Finishes: Baskets and a Halloween Quilt for 2016
NOTE: Please forgive the blog gremlins who used to work here. To quote Monty Python, they have been sacked.
Quilt Number 154
Spooky Action at a Distance
Construction began October 2015 • Finished November 2015
I began saving Polaroid blocks for this quilt two years ago, and purchased the fabric about the same time. I thought it was time to push it over to the “done” side of the ledger, given my last post. Label’s not yet finished–coming soon. The title is taken from one of Einstein’s scoffing statements over the idea that that one particle can have an effect on another particle which might be some distance away. He thought is was not possible. Modern physics has proved him wrong, and scads of poems have been written about this, so I thought, why not a quilt title for a spooky quilt?
Howard Levy’s poem, of the same name, notes that those who snuggle under quilts can experience this effect:
It is this way: men and women
spin. Hundreds of miles apart, thousands
of miles, the speed of light, it will make no difference….
And Einstein, could he admit
that love would be fast enough,
that this “spooky action at a distance”
is not necessarily paradox,
that these two influence simply in their being,
taken in to each other and separate,
separate and taken in.
Quilt Number 155
I carried quilt and basket through whispering grass
Made the first basket in May 2015 • Finished November 2015
This was a fun quilt to make, a really great one to do with large scraps. I have a tutorial •here• for cutting up the baskets quickly, and the how-to for the handle is *here.* Just go go go, trying not to think about it too much, and have fun while you cut and sew. The title is taken from “The Picnic,” a poem by Maylee Bossy, about an outing after her husband has passed away. My husband is still very much here, but the poem involved a quilt and a basket — how could I pass it up?
So I guess that deadline thing is working for me, right? A Halloween quilt finished in November? A Spring quilt finished in autumn? Let’s just say we’re EARLY, and leave it at that.
The Done Manifesto and Deadlines
Bre Pettis and collaborator Kio Stark wrote down everything they knew about bringing “a creative vision to life. They called it The Done Manifesto:
- There are three states of being. Not knowing, action and completion.
- Accept that everything is a draft. It helps to get it done.
- There is no editing stage.
- Pretending you know what you’re doing is almost the same as knowing what you are doing, so just accept that you know what you’re doing even if you don’t and do it.
- Banish procrastination. If you wait more than a week to get an idea done, abandon it.
- The point of being done is not to finish but to get other things done.
- Once you’re done you can throw it away.
- Laugh at perfection. It’s boring and keeps you from being done.
- People without dirty hands are wrong. Doing something makes you right.
- Failure counts as done. So do mistakes.
- Destruction is a variant of done.
- If you have an idea and publish it on the internet, that counts as a ghost of done.
- Done is the engine of more.
I’ve written about this before, but I am focusing on a different element this time, procrastination (#5) and its impact on deadlines. I was re-reading an old blog today, and found this assessment of how prepared the students were to critique each other’s essay rough drafts. The stats from class in December 2013:
- Twenty students were still on the rolls.
- Three have stopped coming to class.
- Five didn’t have the requisite three-page minimum on their essay page count, so couldn’t participate.
- Twelve students spent the rest of the hour, trading papers, evaluating.
In other words, just a little over half met the deadline successfully. Now translate that experience to quilting and participation in bees and collaborative sewing groups. I’ve been in several quilting groups and the deadlines — or lack of them — sent me to trying to understand the whole concept.
Carl Honoré, in writing for the New York Times, mentions that “Long ago, honoring a deadline was genuinely a matter of life and death. Most scholars agree that the word was coined to describe the boundary past which inmates were forbidden to venture in Civil War prison camps. Guards fired on those who stepped over the so-called dead line.” He quotes Douglas Adams, the author of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: “I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.” Apparently Adams had to be locked in a hotel room to finish his book.
I’m more of the “see-the-deadline, make-a-plan” sort of person, but perhaps I wasn’t always this way. When your child is throwing up all night (sometimes on you), or your car breaks down on the side of the freeway, or you just plain-don’t-feel-like-it, it’s hard to force yourself to get on task and get the work done.
Honoré goes on to say that “The truth is that deadlines are useful. They signal that something is important enough to deserve our immediate attention; they can also focus minds and spur us to action. But too much deadlining can backfire. Setting do-or-die deadlines and then routinely missing them is like crying wolf: People lose interest and the deadlines lose their bite. What’s more, study after study has shown that too much time pressure, whether in the office, the college dorm or the global summit meeting, makes us less creative and more sloppy.”
Yet, as an older student who returned to school again and again, I learned that even though the child may be sick, the teacher still expected the paper in on time, slashing my grade if I was late. I began to try and do things ahead of time, knowing that the night I left the art assignment to the last minute, there would be some family crisis which obliterated those 3 hours I’d set apart to work on things, and the assignment had to be turned in whether or not it was creative. . . or sloppy. Once I became a teacher, my students would come to me with their tales of woe about missed deadlines, but it more than not turned out to be a time management problem, not deadline problem.
I can give you a billion quotes about creativity and getting the work done (I collected them for years) yet the bottom line remains that to get the writing done, you have to get the apply the seat of your pants to a chair. To get the quilting done, the same idea applies. No matter how you cut it, we all have to Get the Work Done, so why not do it on time? When others honor their deadlines to get things to me, I know the project was important enough to move it forward in their busy life.
Like everyone else I still miss deadlines, but it has to be a pretty big obstacle for it to get in my way at this point in my life, and I feel badly when I do miss them as it gums up the works over here. Just maybe, I have though experience discovered that the last idea on the Done Manifesto is the most delicious antidote to missing deadlines that ever existed: “Done is the engine of more.”
Thanksgiving 2015
Today, on America’s Thanksgiving holiday, I am grateful for opportunities that come my way. To be sure, they are often disguised as *bonk!* on the head, occasionally causing some consternation. I am also grateful for hot and cold running water, a snug house and a garden where lettuce is growing, reminding me again of the harvest, but in a green way, not a gold-and-amber way. I open my spice cupboard and I am richer than the ancient kings of Egypt, with spices all arrayed in their glorious pungency and flavor. I have clothes in my closet–a variety, to be sure. I am grateful also for comfortable shoes, socks with no holes in them, and enough fabric to last me for quite a few whiles. . . and then some more.
I am grateful for family, for my six brothers and sisters, and for parents who instilled in me a sense of excellence, of purpose, a love of education and reading and doing the right thing. They also gifted me a love of the arts, of the decorative, of the intrinsic qualities of nature’s beauties. I am grateful for my husband–can’t say enough about him–and our four children and their families.
I am grateful to be a writer, a quilter, a maker, and to have found quilty friends in this lovely online community. I am grateful that you reach out to me, too, with glimpses into your lives and how things run for you. I am richer for it.










