Ob*ses*sion: noun 1. the domination of one’s thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.
2. the idea, image, desire, feeling, etc., itself. 3. the state of being obsessed. 4. the act of obsessing.
I started my first quilt over ten years ago on a whim. I can’t remember what made me even want to quilt. I picked out a pattern and fabric and started cutting, only to realize that I had read the pattern wrong. After just a few weeks of working on the quilt, I became discouraged and gave up. Everything went into a box under the guest room bed, where it stayed for a couple of years, untouched. Several years later, something made me want to pull out the squares and finish what I had started. It wasn’t long before I was officially obsessed and now I’ve made quilts, baby toys, pillows, dresses and more. I see quilt patterns in the tile floor of a public restroom, in the arrangement of columns on a building, sometimes everywhere I look.
I live with my husband and middle school sweetheart Adam, north of Seattle. I used to work as a school district administrator, but recently decided to stay home with my two rambunctious boys, Liam and Drew. Sewing is what keeps me sane in this crazy life. It is like a little escape, every single day – even if it has become a quilty obsession.
In April of 2016, I opened a little shop on Etsy to sell the things I make. Visit it here: etsy.com/shop/quiltyobsession