Today I delivered my first 'paid' commission for a quilt. She loved it. I asked for $20 to cover the cost of thread and chalked the rest up to my practice on the machine. She tried to convince me to take more, but I refused. It's not that I think my time isn't worth more, simply that I am still learning so much about 'the Monster' (that's what I call my machine- a whole other story). We agreed on $20, and she has more quilts for me (haha), and others in the class want me to 'practice' on theirs too!
I also delivered the two charity quilts I did for practice today. I'm happy that I did them, got a chance to practice and develop my skills. I know the quilts will be loved without anyone being critical of my quilting.
I tried to work on one of my own quilts as well, but wasn't so happy with the results on that one. I'm not sure if I'm more critical of my own, or just didn't like the little design I was doing. I will finish that one my Bernina I think. It's one that simply needs me to quilt differently, smaller, slower... I'm not sure how to describe it, but it just wasn't working for me on the longarm.
I am so happy that I'm not too old to learn new things, to grow in my artistic sensibilities. I am learning, too, to be able to turn a critical eye on my own work without being consumed with perfectionism - a difficult balancing act.
I am grateful for modern dentistry - not that I'm exactly looking forward to tomorrow's appointment, but I know the results will be amazing once the pain subsides. Just a hundred years ago, abcessed or badly decayed teeth were simply pulled, and replacements were crude. So, hooray for root canals (I can't believe I'm saying that lol).
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