I'm a quilter, although I do this little cringe when I say that because the number of hours I've spent quilting in the last twelve months equals about two.
And quilting is something I'm passionate about and love.
So why haven't I quilted much?
Well, part of it is time. I'm a busy girl, but then we're all busy, so that doesn't really count.
What I've found (remembered, really) is that it has to do with environment.
I have a little area set up in our unfinished basement for my quilting, and I've spent several hours over the last few weeks trying to tidy it up. And implore my significant other to move his comic book situation (he is working on organizing and selling his thousands of comic books - probably close to 50,000 issues of anything from Conan to the Avengers to SpiderMan and EVERYTHING, it seems, in between) away from my quilting area.
A few nights ago, not only did I get everything cleared out and put in place, but I decided to hang my vision board and soul maps on the wall. I also hung my sun and moon sconces that haven't had a place to live for a couple of years.
When I stepped back from all I had done, I was floored. I kept going downstairs just to look at this beautiful space. (I haven't quilted yet because I have to organize the drawers - I just put stuff in there wilhe-nilhe when we moved. But I know I will soon.)
I thought about when I had a successful quilting environment, and it was the guest bedroom of my old house - back in probably 2001-2002. That guest bedroom got made over into an office, and then we refinished the basement, including a space for my quilting. Once basement was finished and I had my quilting space, I hated it. It was in this big open space, and I should have loved it, but I didn't. That basement wasn't me; it was really my now-ex husband's space.
When we separated, and I moved into a small apartment, there was no space for me to set up permanent quilting shop, so that never happened. Now I finally have the space, and a much more ideal space.
And it's that enviroment, that sacred space, that is so important to me. It's why we moved to this beautiful spot in Maryland. It's why I like unclutter. It's why I like beautiful things.
I can't create if my environment is cluttered (because I can't stop thinking about how much there is to do to unclutter it), ugly (don't want to look at it), uninspiring (duh), or just not me.
How does environment impact you?