Confession: I’m a bit OCD. I mean, it’s not too bad. Take me to a beautiful, remote Puerto Rican beach, and I can do nothing but sit in the sun, drink wine coolers, and float on my back in the water. Yes, I recently spent a few days doing just that.
But when it comes to the various car and plane rides required to reach said beach, I quickly lose patience. So when I wasn’t absorbed in my latest book (Poser: My Life in Twenty-three Yoga Poses, by Claire Dederer, which I very highly recommend regardless of whether or not you practice yoga), I kept myself occupied with lots and lots of reverse applique. This is my preferred method for creating circles, so before leaving, I prepared two polka dot mini quilts and a table runner. By the end of the plane ride home, I had finished (like I said, OCD…)
My first day back, I quilted and bound all three:
Actually, I’m exaggerating my efficiency just a tad. These finishing up stages took a couple of days. I had to stop to, well, eat… and to take a yoga class taught by Baron Bapstiste himself. This is an exciting development if you’re a follower of his particular brand of hot yoga, but aside from the friends I’ve made in class, I don’t know any of these people in my day-to-day life so I’ve had a hard time explaining my elation. Kyle’s response: “Sounds like fun.” I’m not sure if “fun” is quite the right word. Despite his charming, dude-like aura, Baron teaches one grueling yoga class. At the end, while I sat there drenched in sweat (my own as well as that of my neighbors), he looked around and reminded us to practice yoga every day in some way. Yoga, he said, is a way of life.
I have to wonder if my compulsive need to fill the time is a little un-yogic– then again, one of my favorite meals is a steak, pomegranate margarita, and warm chocolate cake so whom I kidding? But in my defense, this endless sewing isn’t escapist so much as centering. It draws my gaze inward in a soothing way; it gives me an excuse to just think amidst all the surrounding movement.
And, of course, I always stop at some point and poor myself into the moment– though I’m not going to lie, sometimes visions of polka dots are still dancing in my head.