I dunno why, but I’m pretty sure we haven’t blamed her for anything so I’m picking on her today.
Last post she asked how the honeymoon quilt was coming along, or whether it was crackers. At that point I’d finished all the blocks and had assembled them into strips, arranged them in order, numbered them and pressed them. Traci asked about it, so I figured I’d sit down and do it. Only I pinned the strips in the wrong order (not remembering that the strip with NO pins was strip 10 not strip 1, which was the strip with 1 pin) and upside down, since they were sewed in the wrong direction the first time, I ended up, instead of strip 1 at the top and 10 at the bottom, with something that went roughly like 5-4-7-6-9-8-10-1-3-2.
When I first cut the fabric, I folded the remainders up all nice and tidylike and put them near the stash, but not away. I knew I’d have reason to dig back into the fabrics, so I intentionally left them out, in a nice little pile, where I could find them. When it came time for the border, I went for my little neat pile to figure out what I wanted to do. Only it was gone. There were a few scraps under the shelf where I’d stacked it (stupid cats) but the largish pile? Nowhere to be found. o.O
I had to go buy more. HAD TO! So I did. Plus a little more of an unrelated but totally lovely fabric. (I told T that if I had been in the throes of my fabric buying days, I could easily have dropped $200 or more in the 20 minutes I was in the store, so many lovely fabrics I did see.) Anyway, I only remembered to find the blue for the border, not a little extra red for the corners, so I substituted with one of the colors I COULD find at home, and I am still happy with the results.
When it seemed that finishing the borders was in the offing, I zipped down to the quilt store next to the sushi place. (piles and piles of sushi for $10 plus backing fabric and batting next door? Heaven.)
Whilst conversing with my sushi-lunchdate-coworker, I mentioned needing to find a place to lay out the whole quilt for basting. In our little place there is only one room that’s near close to being big enough, and that’s the playroom. Ain’t no way. She suggested I come in after hours and use a conference room. The brilliance! The perfection! I finally have a reason to be interested in going to work on the weekend!
Now that I have the beast more or less basted (and OMG the suckage that is basting a king sized quilt? No words.) I have started the hand quilting. I am enjoying that part, though still trying to figure out how to handle that giant hoop (plus the giant quilt hanging off to one side of that giant hoop)…