I’ve been working to a deadline and all seemed to be going well, except that at the last minute I had a rare re-occurance of a back problem which leaves me unable to sit comfortably for much more than twenty minutes at a time. Suddenly the time to finish became scarce. Did I like my quilt when it was ‘finished’ - no I didn’t. The final quilting had an unexpected impact on the whole which left me dis-satisfied, and I’d left myself no time at all to address the problem.
Comparing this to the pleasure I’ve had from the TIF pieces I’ve made this year has made me realise that, contrary to my previous definition of myself (Or maybe that was just a younger self ????), I don’t work well to deadlines. And in spite of everything I’ve previously said about working to a finished design, either in my head or on the PC, I do let the quilt talk to me - because this one is shouting WRONG, and other than not submit it all, there’s nothing I can do about it.
Lesson noted. Lesson learned from? I’ll have to wait until another exhibition deadline comes around before I can comment on that!