No Risk No Reward
I am not a risk taker. Not one bit. People who watch me quilt laugh at my obsessiveness with plotting it out before I start. Sometimes this is helpful, but it also means that I have quilts that I’ve envisioned, have the fabric, have the sketch and haven’t started on for over a year.
And just now I was reading Daisy Jane and stumbled upon this phrase, “No risk, no reward,” in this post.
I’m a great big scaredycat. I’m scared of wasting fabric. I want it to be good. I want it to be perfect. I know I shouldn’t but I do. The problem, I can’t get better without doing it. Without putting in those 10,000 hours (or was it 20,000?). Without “wasting” a little fabric.
The same goes for my clothes sewing.
I haven’t stitched a piece since my Sorbetto muslin fail. A muslin stopped me. Why didn’t I make a second one? I don’t know. Wait, that wasn’t the last clothing thing I sewed. The last clothing I made was this cute skirt, I love this skirt. It was put together out of leftovers from another long plotted skirt, and unfinished skirt. Why are my failures more prominent in my memories than my successes?