Hell, lets be real. This wouldn't have been possible even a month ago.
No, not the quilting.
Although I have had the fabric and all the tools for... oh... well over 2 years.
So, yes, maybe the quilting too now that I think about it.
What I mean more specifically is this:
See Mr F standing over my fabric. My most favorite fabric... which I have coveted for over 2 years?
He's about to cut it.
And I'm letting him.
Seeing how long it was taking me to cut out the squares... and how sore it was making my hands... he offered to take over.
But for a controlling perfectionist... let's just say... there would typically be no chance in hell that I would take him up on that offer.
Maybe that's why he offered in the first place? (just kidding)
But I've been working hard at letting things go lately.
So instead of saying "No" I took a minute. I stressed a bit. Thought about how many hours it would take me to cut it all myself. Then said "Yes" and walked away.
He cut them out.
I didn't obsess over how he was doing it. I gave him my tips and didn't look back.
And they came out beautifully.
And that's the lesson. I might have to take a risk that things won't be done exactly how I would do them when I accept help. But things will get done.
The kids might actually have matching bed spreads before they leave for college.
And that is the goal. Not having perfectly pristine fabric hanging up in my closet for the next 10 years because I'm too afraid to cut it.
So now, hopefully, I will take this and applying it to EVERYTHING else.