Sunday, August 20, 2017

Quilt Show

Displays from local quilters were a bit thinner than other years. I sort of breezed through them without getting any new ideas.


I did buy a few things that I needed more than from impulse buying. One vendor sold 108" backing and I got this orange for a quilt I know I want to finish, without knowing if it is really needed. Then I went to a local store to get thread, more Clover Clips and found this darling 'Black Sheep' fabric.

More binding yet today. Nothing to really show until it is finished.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Hand Sewing Binding

I like sewing binding by hand & have tried the machine method & fail miserably. I simply like doing it this way. Well, of course, the first part is anchoring it to the quilt and that is done by machine. You can find a tutorial on You Tube at: hand sewing binding
  • Single thread the needle with about 18 inches of thread.  (If you use more it may get tangled.)  
  • Fold the binding so that it covers the machine stitching line. I use Clover Wonder clips.
  • Pull needle & thread through. The only stitches that will be visible are tiny "bites" into the backing.
  • When you reach the corner, fold the binding so it forms a crisp miter. 
  • You can then whip stitch the binding at the corner, or just continue hand stitching the binding.
Right now, I am hand sewing binding on the Weekend Tote, smaller projects and the Disappearing 4-Patch Quilt, so its quiet work. Nothing is finished, & everything is waiting on photos. I have 60 of the Clover Wonder Clips. Smallest packs are 10 each and I may buy another pack just to extend what I can do in one sitting.

Friday, August 18, 2017

So The Top Looks Good

I worked quite hard to avoid winkles, crinkles, puckers & rumps on the back as I quilt. Straight pinning the lines only helped me think that it worked, yet I did it for every line. And the back still is not perfect. Is it me? Is it my need for perfection? Everything we do, is less than perfect. For all of us.


My guess is that it will wrinkle even more after it gets washed a few times and no one will be any wiser for my struggle. So why then do I struggle for perfection when I know it is an illusion? 

I want to be in the state of mind that sees wrinkles as kickers, like this Women's World Cup winner. Life has wrinkles in it. Things don't always go as we plan. We can go back and try to fix things and in the end, we simply have to do the best we can with whatever skills are left in our bodies to use.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

A Lesson Waiting to be Learned

As I quilted the first seam, of course when I got to the end of it, turned it over and found several wrinkles on the back. I ripped that line out and decided upon a different course of action. Much to my displeasure, it wrinkled yet again. The stress became so great that I could not return to the project.

Thing is, the stress factor was more than I thought would happen and whatever it was made me feel like not quilting.


Then the thought came to me that there must be a lesson about wrinkles that I am resisting. I hate this selfie but it is my reality, wrinkles and all. Not only do I see them spreading like that 'roadmap of my life' over my face, they are suddenly appearing on the backside of quilts! What's up with that? Now? After all these years of quilting there are wrinkles? I looked up the word and found this: wrinkle
noun
1. line or an arrangement made by the doubling of one part over another:
2. An indentation or seam on the skin, especially on the face:
3. Informal. clever, unexpected new trick or method:
Informal: kicker
Slang: anglekick
verb
To make irregular folds in, especially by pressing or twisting:
creasecrimpcrinklecrumplerimplerumple

What I wonder most is about the metaphysical impact of any cause when all I can see is the effect. A major part of this blog was set in place for me to learn spiritual lessons through my quilting. Well, here is one. Wrinkles. And I am not sure how to wrap my head around it.

Practically speaking, I decided to pin where I planned to stitch to keep it in place. Yet, the act of pinning was also too much. It seemed that I was trying to strong-arm it through the issue or problem. I thought about clamps because the two quilts this happened to both hung over the tables and might not have had the back tight enough. Practical possibilities.

However, that is not what the greater meaning was all about. The words that define WRINKLES are quite rich in meaning themselves. If I am ever going to accept what is happening on my face, perhaps the informal definition is key; words like kicker for instance. Isn't that a kicker? might be a better thing to say to my reflection in the mirror and to the quilt line on back.

Ah well, the roadmap to my life is there, and the only thing to do about it is called Radical Acceptance. However, those wrinkles on back of the quilt are a different story.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Finally Basted

I've heard it said that joy is a secondary effect of a primary action. When we create an environment that supports and encourages someone else, we find joy in the doing. Certainly my quilts do that for me and the recipients.


I've had these last 2017 quilts ready to baste, and got this one done today. It is a 72" square so just is over the edges of 2 lunch-room tables about an inch, and because I had a harder time taping down those sides, it took longer to baste and ensure that everything stayed in place.

I have to say that because the size challenged me, my mantra was 'spark joy, spark joy, spark joy' over and over to remind me. 

In the past when I had a larger quilt, I put three tables together but then had to almost crawl to the center of it to baste. That was yet another reason to keep them smaller. When I do a repetitive pattern like this one, I don't really know how big it will end up. Of course the border sizes could have been smaller, but its basted now and ready to machine quilt. 

I bought a lighter green thread, have the bobbins loaded and the quilt rolled to fit in the throat of the machine. 

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Scraps From Weekender

Often we can look right at something and not see it. Sometimes we see what we expect to see and sometimes we just miss what is right in front of us. Things are not always what they appear to be. I find that with scrap quilting. Sometimes I have to walk away from a project even if it means that it becomes a UFO.

Although scraps were small, with the very high cost of that poly batting, & the fact pieces were already quilted, I decided to make smaller, quite smaller totes from them.
I squared pieces and joined the smallest piece to make a small bag, which I will keep for myself. The binding was easy to do. I found some white cording and will need to come up with some sort of closure. I might look for a magnet thingy at the fabric store. My own small Coach strap broke, & this smaller quilted bag is perfect for my cell and credit cards. Its so Springy that I feel like its a take-off on the Game of Thrones House Stark words about Winter. 

"Spring is Coming."

The other one...well. I have another scrap to use as a side insert. I am not sure what kind of straps to put on it, so it will become a bit of a UFO if I don't get to it right away. It would be nice to finish and send to #4 Granddaughter with the Weekender. Not sure.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Weekender, Hah

It has been said that the world's greatest killer is the sense of inferiority. An inferiority complex. Clearly, it is chronic for me. On my good days, in the morning, especially, I start out with a new sense of self and go forward hoping to have success along the way.


This Weekend Bag Tote is a WIP (work in progress) and I wanted to do as much as I could while memory of instructions given during the last few moments of the class is still with me.This was Day 4.


It is rolled over & clippied for hand sewing. It most likely will take me to Day 5. However, its got to wait until I purchase dark green thread to hand sew the binding. I can consider it a UFO or a WIP. Either way, it sits in a bin for awhile and I need to go onto another project. All that angst. 

When will I ever learn?