Wednesday, January 13, 2016

I Heart My Planner

Maddie is all about using a planner to organize her days and to-dos. I knew theoretically that planners should be a good tool, but I'd never found one that worked for me very well.

Lucky, I paid attention to The Quilter's Planner* Indiegogo link that I kept seeing in my Facebook timeline. After watching the videos, I decided to bite.

Ermegherd. Am I ever glad I did! 

my first week
I've got space to track appointments and to-do lists for home, work, and quilting. Let's face it, they all run back and forth for me. Each day has a spot at the top to write three main tasks to finish for the day.

There are places to keep track of all your projects including swaps and bees, and it comes with patterns written specially for this planner! If you're at all interested, you should really check out the videos on their site. I can't recommend it enough.*

A project tracker page keeps me in line.
I've been using it for two weeks, now. In that time, I have finished assembling 6 tops. Three are nearly identical, so I've only posted one picture. One I can't show you, yet, because it's totally top secret, but I really wish I could.

three tops that look nearly identical - for family
Zigged Grunge - a shop sample
Mini Turnaround - a shop sample
I've also completed 3 of the 6 nearly-done projects I mentioned in my Year in Review post. (I am trying to finish at least one per week to get them out of the way.)

Madrona Hex - spent three years languishing
Flirt 60 - bound and hanging sleeve attached
Star Stuff - bound and hanging sleeve attached
I have to say the Quilter's Planner works better for me than any planner I've ever tried.* I've really been able to accomplish a lot and keep track of it all.

*No, they aren't paying me and they didn't send it to me free. This is simply a review. I am in no way associated with The Quilter's Planner or Late Night Quilter.

Friday, January 1, 2016

Confessions of a Shop Owner: Dear Visitor,

Dear visitor to my shop,

Boy, we had a rough one yesterday, didn’t we? You were only here for 15 minutes, but I learned a lot about you.

You are an attorney.
Your grandmother used to sew beautiful garments.
You have quite a collection of lovely silks from Thailand, where you lived for some time.
You like baskets and buttons and ultra modern quilts, though you’re not sure you could do it. (I know you can.)
You’re unsure of your garment sewing talents and would really like to learn more.

Unfortunately, I also learned that you don’t regard many people worthy of your esteem.
You asked my employee if she was the owner. When she said I was, you turned your attention to me and she ceased to exist for you. Did you even notice there was another customer in the shop, quietly stitching a button onto her coat?

You didn’t get to learn much about me or my shop. You asked questions, but wouldn’t let me answer.

If you had, you would have learned that I love helping sewists of all kinds gain confidence.
You would have learned that I may not be the person for you, but I have two people that are perfect for exactly what you want to know: my partner and my employee are both beautiful seamstresses.

I’ll admit when you left in a flurry, the same way you blew in, I was befuddled. I know I had a completely shocked look on my face. My employee laughed at me.

But you heard the laugh as you were striding to your car and spun around, assuming you were the focus of the laughter. You stuck your head in the door, were horrible to me, and made my customer uncomfortable.

I was so upset I walked out the front door and around the block, trying to control my shaking.

I am trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. I can only assume that the way you speak over people is not a rare occurrence and that it makes you the subject of many words behind hands or ridicule. I imagine it hurts to hear.

But that laugh was not for you. I was confused by your abrupt manner. I was tired because I’m an introvert and I was desperately trying to communicate with you, but kept getting shut down. I was disappointed that I couldn’t help you because you wouldn’t let me.

I feel worse now that you think I’m a person that would say mean things about you behind your back.

I am not trying to get a second chance; I know we’re not the shop for you, but I hope you find the perfect people to teach you garment sewing with professional finishes. I truly do.


Sad in Chattanooga