My house is loaded with quilts. Some I made, some I purchased, some were made by friends, some were made by women far across the sea. Some are on beds; some are draped across chairs or couches; some are used as table coverings; some are hanging in various ways, in various rooms. A few are strictly for the use of Sheiky…the dog. And then, there are numerous UFOs – the quilting term for those projects that made it to a certain point, and reside there, possibly forever – UnFinished Objects.
I am an enthusiastic quilter, as my fabric stash demonstrates. I have made incredibly complex patterns, and turned simple patterns into something complex due to my fabric choices.
I’m good at choosing fabric and stitching the quilt tops. At least, I was, prior to a brain problem during the stem cell transplant in 2013, and the TIA last summer. What I am not good at is putting the top together with the batting and the backing – called the quilt sandwich, and then stitching it all together – called the quilting.
Truthfully, when it comes to the actual quilting………………I suck.
Once or twice, I have taken my quilt top and backing to a quilt shop, and had them quilt it for me, on a machine called a longarm. And I foresee this happening more frequently, although it is a pricey option, because:
I still want to quilt.
I’m not good at one major part of the process. But the parts that I can do make me happy, most of the time. Notice that I said “most” of the time. I have been working on a monthly sew-along. The pattern is extremely complex, and sometimes my brain just can’t figure it out. Then, quilting doesn’t make me happy.
Sometimes I need to take a break, and pick up a totally different craft. Most of those I do with an amateurish outcome.
Nevertheless, she persisted.