The Problem with UFOs
Let me set your mind at rest right away: I am not gazing at the night sky waiting for little green men. What I am staring at is a pile of incomplete projects: UnFinished Objects. Since I tend to fly happily from one thing to another, there are piles of lovely half-done ideas that have, admittedly, languished from lack of attention.
When I recently discovered not one but five incomplete quilts, I knew what I should do: join a quilt guild. There's nothing like working alongside other people with common goals to get you motivated and encouraged. It seemed like a wonderful way to make new friends and to feel connected.
It should have been a good idea. Instead I learned a few things I hadn't expected.
1.) I'm not certain which planet I'm from but it sure isn't this one!
The guild ladies have impressive quilt projects that require rotary cutters and sewing machines; I'm pottering about with a needle and thread. They are creating designs to enter in competitions; I'm tackling odd old projects.They go on huge fabric shopping trips every month; I'm just trying to use up whatever I've already got.
They discuss world travel, shiny new cars, the latest movies and TV shows; I haven't left town in a year, my car is a decade old, I haven't been to a movie theatre since the 1980's, and I don't have any TV service. I like things like church, reading, recycling, container gardening, inventing simple recipes, and selling on eBay. Common ground? Can't find it.
2.) My planet plays nice; it's got sunshine and stuff.
The way I see it, artwork is personal; it's a reflection of what someone thinks and feels, so it's really criminal to steal the shining stars of inspiration from another person's eyes. But I get the impression that the guild ladies don't quite agree since they've made comments on my quilt like, "That color makes me puke" and " You're gonna regret you made that." I tell them how pretty and clever their quilts are.
3.) Beam me up!
After attending six or seven meetings, it has finally dawned on me that I feel a little angry. I am not less than the guild ladies are. I am just very, very different. My world is small, imperfect, sometimes difficult. But I'm grateful for every day.
Maybe I should just stay landed on the comfort of my own little star; there's enough parking space for all my UFOs, and the natives here are friendly. Daisy the cat likes my quilts just fine.