A busy week. I finished the big quilt and got my photos and entry sent off. It is what it is and I hope it gets into the show. This recent experience of making this piece has had me doing serious thinking about whether I really want to make work to fit a specific theme and a specific size, neither of which I would have chosen as something that inspired or excited me. The value is the chance to be in show that offers recognition and exposure, and really it is flattering to be asked! These are good people putting this all together. Hmmmmm. Thinking, pondering.
Coming to the end of that kind of project is always a good time to do some cleaning up. My workroom is a mess. My sewing machine was acting up a bit toward the end of this project too and in need of cleaning. I am pretty good about keeping my machine clear of lint and fuzz in the bobbin area. I take the bobbin and bobbin race out and am always amazed at how much lint accumulates in there. Though I carefully clean it out with a little brush, I always have this uneasy feeling that I am also pushing fuzz down into the unreachable parts of the machine. With older, mechanical machines, I felt comfortable really taking them apart from time to time and cleaning the gunk out. My current machine is electronic and I am a little more wary of getting inside it, but yesterday I decided to take the bottom off of it and see what had accumulated.
I wish I could unscrew a plate from the back of my own head and clean it out like I did the machine. It feels like I have the same kind of dust bunnies in there that were piling up in the sewing machine. I know. It's not the same stuff at all. In fact, it is fluid clogging my ears and fogging my brain. I had this two years ago and lost most of my hearing for several weeks. That's what has happened again and I am locked inside this fuzzy head and feel like I am trying to hear through water—or a blanket of lint.