I have a little mental block when it comes to quilting.
I want to have a house full of quilts. I want to have picnic blankets and throws and quilts to curl up under in a snowstorm. But it always seems like a lot of math--a lot of measuring, a lot of exact cutting, a lot of if-you're-off-by-a-quarter-inch-the-whole-thing-is-ruined. (Have I mentioned that I once almost failed geometry?)
So I plan and I daydream and I doodle...but I very rarely make an actual quilt. And because I don't try very often, I don't get better at it. It's a vicious cycle.
But, mid-last-week, inspiration seemed to be bombarding me from all sides. (Here, here, here, and here.) So, I decided to quit planning and just do it. With only the roughest idea of measurements--I held the fabric up to my batting, eyeballed it, and judged that it was close enough--I just started cutting.
It's a little crooked and lumpy around the edges, yes...but I think it will serve its purpose in life.