I have sewn on the borders, and on Saturday I will take it to the lovely ladies at Cottage Quiltworks, and they will send it onwards to the 'quilter lady', and she will turn it into a masterpiece. Then I will get it back, stitch the binding on & it can go to its new home* looking like a quilt, instead of piles of fabric.
So, Gentle Readers, were there any Lessons learnt? As MBF used to say, "you bet your sweet bippy" there were. No, I don't know what a bippy is either. Don't ask, don't tell.
- Don't try to cut the sashing by eye. Use a ruler!
- Don't try to cut the sashing in batches - find a big space & cut it in one go, even if it means paying to use a table at the quilting fabric shop for 3 hours.
- Measure everything. The biggest mistake was not checking that all the blocks were the same size, so I ended up having to insert another row of sashing to make it fit, because I'd left 1/2" on the end of a block.
- Learn to count. If I'd been able to count past 6 I could have saved myself lots of work this morning.
- Check your bobbin periodically. Nothing more frustrating than sewing on the sashing for the third time only to find the bobbin ran out 1" after you started (suggestion: buy a machine that beeps when the bobbin is almost empty?)
- Don't sew when you're tired. It never works.
Oh, you want a picture? OK.
This is what we started with:
And this is how it came out:
Of course you can see where it's wonky, and if you count up to the fourth row on the left, you can see where I had to insert another piece of sashing to get it to meet - the culprit was the previous row of blocks, which were all 1/2" longer than they really should have been. Measure, measure, measure. "Measure thrice, cut once". Nag nag nag. Blah blah blah.
Anyway, once it's been quilted, I will give you an update. Apart from the wonky sashing, I'd quite like to do it again with different colours - remember these?
They're still sitting in my sewing room, dustbound... hmm. Maybe after Christmas? And, for those of you who just hang on my every word of domestic wonderfulness, I swept the floor in the sewing room. Again. Yes, I know. Sickening, isn't it? Here's the proof:
And now, Gentle Readers, my beautician has invited me to meet Dr Ho, who is going to talk about Chemical Peels. I am off to enjoy a glass of champagne and good company, and come home with my original skin. Some clever soul could come up with a pun based entirely around the concept of original skin, but today, it is not I.
*PS Happy Birthday Nelly!