I think I have to stop drinking coffee in the afternoon. I used to think that caffeine didn't bother me. I would blithely drink a cup for a treat instead of dessert, and then go off to bed and fall asleep quickly. Caffeine never kept me from falling asleep. But staying asleep was a different story. I would have crazy anxiety dreams where I would obsess over things like the house developing dry rot or about how I was going to pay for my daughter's university tuition or what exactly was that mole on my neck. I would wake up many times during the night, worn out, and say to myself, enough is enough! Go to sleep already! Finally I realized that I was being affected by the caffeine, and I stopped drinking coffee after 6pm. But a late afternoon cup of java is a real necessity for me, so I always have one around 3pm.
Recently, though, I've been having those same obsessive, crazy dreams that just won't quit. Only this time they're craft related. For example, two nights ago, I dreamed I had received the shipment of Anna Maria Horner voile that I had ordered (see the image above, that I snagged from Sew Mama Sew). And for some reason, with great urgency, I had to cut it all into 2 1/2" squares and send it to Haiti. I was coordinating with the Red Cross on this, and the plane was waiting on the runway to take my voile packages to Port au Prince. All night long I was cutting voile, and every time I would be almost finished, a new stack would be uncovered and require cutting. It was all go, rush, rush, to save lives - because in dreams it makes sense that a shattered populace would need designer fabric, right? And a blistered thumb from the rotary cutter is a small sacrifice to make. Sheesh!
And last night, I was dreaming about applique, which is on my list of New Year's Quilting Resolutions. In reality, I haven't yet set on my first applique project, but in the midnight hour of last night, I was determined to applique the iconic image from Woodstock. You know, a guitar neck with a bird on it. Or was it an entire guitar with a bird on it? This became a consuming question - I wonder how many calories I burned up, tossing and turning, fretting over whether it was neck-only (applique-able) or whole-guitar (not applique-able, due to skill level). Of course, I was not at Woodstock, being only nine at the time, and I'm not remotely interested in Woodstock, but the answer to this dilemma can be solved by a simple keystroke chez Google, which is what I did to find the image posted above. Why on earth I couldn't say calmly to myself "I'll have to Google that in the morning" is beyond me. P.S. As you can see, it's neck-only. I'll get right on that applique. NOT!
And these are only the two latest stories - can you imagine the dark night of the soul and self-torture that went on over that foundation piecing? It was brutal! So, yes, with the deepest regret, I think the afternoon cup of joe has got to go. What about you? Can you drink coffee in the afternoon? Do you have dreams that involve quilting?