Hello from the northwoods! And Happy Winter Solstice. It has been snowing all day, very quiet and beautiful. No quilting today. This is always a day I mark and enjoy. I'm not totally sure why; it's the shortest day and the longest night of the year and the first day of winter. Maybe I just like the word "solstice."
I've been thinking about the concept of time all day. When meeting other quilters and sharing my work, I often hear comments like: "Where do you find the time?" of " You must have a lot of time." Things like that. Another question I often get is "How long did it take you to make that?"
Do I have a lot of "time" to do my quilting? Well, OK, I'm retired at the moment, but the bulk of my quilting life has been shared with raising two daughters, maintaining a couple of homes and work. So, that's not it. The time to quilt finds me I guess. It's not like a task or chore I have to fit into my day. I've never felt: "Gee, if I had more time I could do more!" I often marvel at what other people accomplish, but don't think of it in terms of the time they have.
And how long does it take to make a quilt? Some quilters use a stop watch and record every minute they spend on a quilt - it's an impressive figure usually. But I don't keep track and can only say I finish one big quilt every year - not mentioning other small projects I also finish.
I wonder if these swans think about time....