I've done a lot of things that would terrify others. I've lived in another country where I didn't speak the language. I've been to a war zone. I've seen a terrorist attack. I have performed a dramatic presentation of Kipling's poetry to a group of literature students. But somehow, I can't get over one big fear.
I have been collecting fabrics and embellishments for a brown crazy quilt for years. I have delicious silks, ultrasuede, and velvet. I even have some lovely rust colored satin for backing. I have laces and trims, charms, silk images and even some vintage milliner's flowers. I have all the ingredients for a beautiful crazy quilt.
I have worked on my embroidery skills. I have the skills I need to do this. So why can't I?
I'm afraid that the finished result won't match the image that I've treasured over the years. I'm afraid that I'll ruin my delicious fabrics.
My job for the next few weeks is to overcome my fear and get started.