I've been musing about this partly as a result of starting a new project, a machine-made quilt. I will blog about this properly when I have got a bit further with it if it doesn't prove to be a disaster! If it turns out well it will be a quilt for the double bedroom in the holiday cottage. Here is a taster of the materials and how they are coming together.
Here is the material as it begins to pile up in its squares.
And here it is making up the nine block pattern which is the structure of the quilt.
The pattern is I think called Shoofly and makes 12" square blocks.
I really hope I can make something which I am happy with. I can sew but in a functional rather than a creative way. I have recently met someone whose passion is quilting and hers are truly works of art. I haven't confessed to her yet that she has inspired me to have an amateurish go myself. I hope it will be good enough, but I doubt whether it will be a work of art.
It got me thinking about Chris's comment from years ago and about the various things I am interested in: gardening, cooking, baking, growing food, wine, literature, languages, sewing, walking, politics, writing, along of course with my husband, and my family up and down the generations.
If I were passionate about just one thing
would I have achieved more?
If I gardened to the exclusion of all else could I have created a Veddw ?
If cooking were all I ever thought about could I have won Masterchef?
Could I have become a Master of Wine? fluent in Welsh instead of limping along? a maker of quilts of extraordinary beauty? a long distance walker who walks all the pilgrim routes instead of a potterer? a political commentator instead of a shouter at the radio? a writer rather than a blogger?
I suppose if were really good at only one thing I wouldn't be me but I do sometimes wonder which is the route to the most satisfying life.
I'd love to know. Would you choose to be good enough at lots of things or devote your life to being exceptional in just one area of passion? What do you think?