Quilting to me is much like a marathon. Just like a marathon, when you think about quilting, it seems like a wonderful thing to do in theory. Actually doing it is much different.
Marathon: The beginning is exciting. I usually run my first mile a lot faster than intended just because the energy of the surrounding people is so catching.
Quilting: I love washing and ironing each piece. There is something enjoyable about ironing enormous swaths of fabrics without worrying about buttons or cuffs.
Marathon: Reality hits and I try to run at a sustainable pace, instead of interchanging overly fast and slow miles.
Quilting: The monotony of cutting and piecing squares starts to make my eyes blur. I wonder why I ever decided to do this. Again.
Mile 13 – Halfway
Marathon: I love a good cheering section with familiar faces.
Quilting: Friendly faces are also encouraged. Adding the sashing (the red strips) is always a milestone accomplishment.
Mile 22 or 23
Marathon: I hit my wall. I wonder why I ever wanted to run a marathon. So close to the finish and yet so far.
Quilting: The top layer has been married to the bottom layer, with the batting in between. The actual process of quilting is commencing. I hate this stage; the quilt looks like it is done, but it is far from finished.
Mile 26…2 tenths to go
Marathon: The end is in sight. Happy day. This means food. I love the last little bit of the run.
Quilting: Putting on the binding (the edge portion and final step) is the only part of quilting that I truly enjoy. How demented.
Marathon: I adore the finish. You have a wonderful sense of accomplishment and can eat a beautiful meal afterwards.
Quilting: Similar feelings. The meal is probably not so well-earned in this case. I doubt quilting burns as many calories as running.