Procrastination

A month ago, when I was deciding what to enter in this year’s fair, I impulsively entered a quilt that was not even started. It wasn’t even a glimmer in my mind’s eye. I just thought “gee, I think I can whip together a wallhanging by fair time.” Two weeks ago I started cutting it out, and last night I finished the binding a little after 9:00 p.m. 

That was cutting it a little close, since today is the deadline. Honestly, I can’t believe I made it. I’m thrilled that I did, and I am very pleased with how it turned out. We were joking that I was “The Iron Quilter” (like TV’s “Iron Chef.”) It looks like she’s cutting out a red triangle and sewing it into that orange quilt; I wonder what kind of quilting pattern will go with that?

I’m normally not a procrastinator, honest! (Except for building fences.) I dislike last-minute stress and prefer to get unpleasant tasks out of the way, so in school I was pretty good at getting papers written and homework done in plenty of time. If there is something that I know I have to do, I see no reason to put it off. It feels so much better to get something done, especially if I’m not looking forward to it. The husband is completely different–he fiddles around all day until he finally has to go to the office at 2 in the morning to finish up something that is due at 8 a.m. the next day.