Remember my beautiful stack of material
I washed it
Now it is more of a beautiful pile, tied in knots....
It is funny the things that make me stop and think about my life. As I cut through the knots and re-stacked my fabric - not as neat as before of course, I got to thinking about before and afters. I'm addicted to blogs - when I have free time. I feel like I have all these new friends with at least the appearance of being fairly put together. I guess I want that appearance too - case in point my next picture.
How pathetic am I, I posed a pile of torn, knotted, strings in front of a basket. No matter how I present it, it's still a mess - this just makes it a more pleasant mess to look at. I guess that is what I want people to see when they look at me - a pleasantly looking mess. I would like to think I could be described that way - I know the mess part is accurate.
Back to the before and afters - the projects we start with great expectations - like my quilt. That fabric looked so beautiful and full of potential piled on my dinning room table (posed by the same basket if you notice). Then came the middle - what happens in between the before and after - the mess!
The process is so important - even if it is unpleasant to look at. I've been in a messy middle for the past few years, and I've been hiding from sharing it - I didn't want anyone to know how "tangled" I've felt. The truth is, we are all tangled. This year I want to spend more time sharing the middle (pardon me for trying to make it look cute - I may still do that from time to time).