"Carry On My Wayward Son, There'll Be Peace When You are Done..."

This post originally appeared at The Dropped Thread on 12/26/12.  It has been moved to this blog by the owner.

from by the song "Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas

Why I am a singing a song from the 1970's, other than the fact it's a cool song and I'm a fan of the TV show Supernatural that uses this as their theme song for season finales?  It's My New Year's Sewing Resolution to Carry on with Carriers.  I'm setting a goal for myself during 2013 to sewing 52 carriers during the year; I'm using the term carrier as anything that carries an item of any type, not just purses or totes.

A New Hobby Deserves Its Own Blog

The title of this post may be misleading.  I've been sewing most of my life.  In fact, I've often told the story that in my childhood my mother told my sister and I that if we didn't sew our own clothes that summer we would have to go naked.  I don't remember if this is true or one of my Tall Texas Tales, but I wouldn't put it past my mother. She was a determined woman, and hell-bent on her daughters learning how to sew and cook.  Now that we've grown up, I love to sew and despise cooking, and my sister loves to cook and despises sewing.  You can't win them all mother!

The new hobby I've taken up is quilting!  I started in December 2012 and I'm just loving it.  It involves everything I love about sewing; selecting the pattern, looking all the pretty fabric, matching them up, and cutting it out to the finished product.  But, there is none of the negative aspects you when sewing clothing, like finding out the pattern doesn't fit you because because you've gained a few inches between buying the pattern and getting around to sewing it, or because the crotch looks weird and you're too embarrassed to wear it out in front of people.  Been there done that!

When I got into quilting I told my husband that it would be a great way to get rid of all the fabric I have in my house.  Ha, ha, ha!  How many of you are laughing as you read that.  I know the ladies at my local quilt shop are.  They know me by my first name, and if I'm skip a week coming in they ask me if I was out of town.  Yep, the new hobby has just enabled me further, and I'm officially a fabric hoarder.