It started in kindergarten with pens and ink pots and blotting paper. Since then I've been in love with writing. Transferring the noise in my head to paper helps calm the chaos. In the event a worthwhile thought occasionally emerges from the din, I'll keep it here along with memories, stories and other random thoughts of interest mainly to myself and, with a little bit of luck, to the odd passerby.
Friday, May 08, 2015
The Devil's in the Fine Print
***Warning: Quilt content ahead. Non quilters beware!
My friend Marilyn found a quilt
block she loved and thought it would be beautiful on a bible cover. “I’ll make it for you.” I said, “just
send me the dimensions and the pattern.”
The pattern arrived a
few days later along with the necessary dimensions. Please note the word “necessary.” Meantime, with input by email from M, I'd gone excavating in my stash and selected some fabrics. And started to cut out out the pieces. If you’re a quilter, you know that adrenaline rush you get from a new project. I was in its grip and barreling right along. I'd cut a couple of pieces, sew them together, admire them, cut a few more and stitch them to the others. It would have been smarter to cut all the pieces before even threading the needle because then, surely, I’d have copped on sooner to how enormous it was going to be. But hind sight, as they say, is always 20/20.
On top of everything, since Marilyn has been ill,
fighting the Big C, I had decided to hand stitch it, reasoning that there'd be more love in it that way. Well, the love was there but the brain was out to lunch.
After I had stitched several pieces together, finger pressed
the seams as I was taught to do way back in my first piecing class and held
it up to the light to admire it, my brain came back from lunch.
“Hmm,” it said. “What were those dimensions again?”
Consulted M’s note
and confirmed that her book was 5 ½” wide x 8 ½”long x 1 ¼”thick. Consulted the
pattern. There it was, in tiny print --- finished dimensions: 12" square. For some inexplicable reason it had not, until now, occurred to me to check this. Twelve inches square was more suitable for an old record album cover. Considering
the possibility of brains being out to lunch, don’t you think it would be wise of pattern companies to make the dimensions the largest, most noticeable
part of their patterns? Or for me to make an appointment with the eye doctor....
“So,” said, my brain, “I can’t trust you to keep your
thinking cap on if I leave for five minutes?”
In my defense, while not a genius at math, I can do it. I
can figure it out. But first I have to be aware
of it. So what was I thinking, or not thinking, to start on a project without a
care in the world for measurements?
What to do? I’ll be consulting Mr. Google about a bible
cover. And, with my adrenaline rush deflated on the floor, I decided I might as
well finish the block, but not by hand. Maybe I could make her a pillow from it? But it was a
bible cover she wanted, not a pillow.
And then, both because of my short attention span and the three bananas, dying a slow death on the kitchen counter, I went and made banana bread and threw in some grated almond paste and chocolate chips because almond paste and
chocolate always help with deflated adrenaline rushes.
I did gather up the dregs of my dignity and creep back into my
corner to work on my older sewing project. All ye Bristolites --- do not despair! The last Little Red Hen block now has a pair of
legs, her loaf of bread is finished, and I have to say she gives me a bit of a