Level of completion:
Travel looks glamorous for the first thirty seconds, especially when it’s work travel. New places! New things! The implication of being skilled enough that you need to take your skills to the people who need them!
Except it isn’t really like that. It’s looking at your cats and saying, “Shit, honey, I’m so sorry. Please don’t bite the cat-sitter. I have to go to the airport again…”
and then toddling off. Eight hours later, you’ve walked through three airports, wondered if anyone knows how to read airline seat numbers correctly, and gotten to a hotel in a new-to-you city that you’re too tired to leave, so instead of going out to see the city you order room service because comfort food and a slice of chocolate cake is second only to having your kitty fall asleep on you.
That’s what travel is like.
As part of the Penrose quilting challenge I set up for some people earlier this year, I decided I should be fair and learn a new skill, myself. Don’t push others unless you’re willing to be challenged yourself, or some rot like that. I took up English paper piecing because it looked intimidating and I’d never tried it.
Turns out, not only is it easy, it’s amazingly portable. Got a project? Got a flight? Got a zip-top bag? Stash scissors, needle, thread, paper pieces and fabric in the zip-top bag and your project goes with you. It’s been a wonderful diversion through…
- Washington D.C.
- San Francisco
- San Jose
- Houston (again)
(My hotel room in Boston, while on what I can now acknowledge was a job interview)
(A weekend vacation to see Matthew in Washington DC)
There’s no rhyme or reason to this quilt; it’s just a scrappy pile of everything-in-the-bin, with two of each. Ages ago, Jacob had sketched out a quilt design that he called Bow Tie Pasta, but I never got around to executing it. When I found Liesel’s funky irregular pentagons, I realized they’d make a scrap quilt that would strongly resemble Bow Tie Pasta’s original idea … but I just couldn’t call it BTP.
Nameless, I kept sewing. Airports, hotel rooms, and mass transit saw me whipping out needle and thread to baste fabric to paper. It hit me after a while that as long as I did even a little in Phoenix, I would technically hit all four major time zones with this little quilt top.
Once I learned that I’d need to make an extended trip to Boston, I started frantically cutting fabric and stuffing a zip-top bag full of it to prepare for the trip. Three weeks is a long time to spend in a hotel room, and my suspicion is that this quilt will be a sanity-saver.
Obviously, you’ve already seen the name of the quilt, but seriously? I worked on English paper-piecing quilt, in Washington D.C., and it’s made out of pentagons? What else could I call it other than Pentagon Papers?
Ok, fine. I’m a nerd. I get it. But my poli sci friends just laughed when they read it, I bet.
Expect photos of progress from Boston. I’d love it if I finished the top while in Boston. Improbable, yes, but not impossible; this is how much was completed after the California / Arizona trip:
…and here it is after the first night of the Boston trip: