I used to be fearless. I was once a headstrong eighteen year old at one stage who jumped on a plane alone and announced I was going to make my own life in Australia, on the opposite side of the world from my friends, family and everything I knew.

At some point over the last six years I lost a lot of that confidence, I’ve gained some back as I’ve had the kids, and oddly enough, with all of the recent goings on I’m starting to feel stronger than ever.

Apparently that doesn’t transfer to my crafting.

Robyn’s mini quilt has sat dormant since Tuesday, my next step is to raw edge applique a bird onto it and for some reason I just can’t do it. I have the bird drawn out, I have the fabric ready, and I’m just so scared of buggering it up that I haven’t even sat down at my machine to try. Logically I know that any mistake can be undone with some patience and an unpicker, but still I’m lacking in the confidence to just put aside my insecurities and just go for it.

I wanted to say thank you for all the lovely words on my previous posts, for the messages on twitter and especially to those who donated to The Stillbirth Foundation. It means a lot to me that I have such a wonderful community of crafters out there supporting me through this.

Now to just get over this hump and do that damn applique!