Monday, February 14, 2011

Itching To Quilt.....

Last week came a package from my friend Em. Inside, some bits of fabric.  Em knows I'm a quilter. What she doesn't know, and I have no intention of enlightening her, is that I am a horrible fabric snob. I know that the W store sells fabric, but I cringe when I hear anyone talking about actually using it in a quilt. Fabric from the J store is sometimes acceptable, but, for the most part, if I'm going to spend half my life making quilts I want the best quality fabric available. Of course I'd rather not have to pay top dollar for it, so my favourite parts of quilt shops are the sale shelves!

So, back to Em and the fabric of dubious origins.....I had mentioned to her once that I was making blocks for breast cancer quilts. That may be what started this....... I scratched my head, surveyed the bits and puzzled what to do....These bits were not particularly suitable for the BC quilts. They looked more like leftovers from projects she'd done with her several granddaughters. An idea started to form. It grew and grew and my grin got wider and wider......I'd make her a quilt!  Don't groan. This was an excellent idea on many fronts.

  1. It would be small, something she could use as a table topper.
  2. It would be simple. I'd start with nine patch blocks and let it evolve.
  3. It would be finished within a week, so, no danger of adding to the UFU pile.
  4. No agonizing allowed. I'd just cut and stitch, with my eyes closed if need be.
  5. I would use only Em's bits and fabric I already had.
  6. Best of all, play therapy, badly needed, for me!.
I made the blocks on the  weekend, and alternate blocks at spare minutes during the week. At first my alternate blocks were square within a square. But, do you know how boring they get after you've made four? Deadly! So, what to do? Em's bits were mainly reds, pinks and greens, several had hearts, so I dug around and found some blocks leftover from a ragged hearts wall hanging I'd made years ago. [Vindication for saving useless crap!] They were a bit too big, but a little judicious surgery took care of that!

Onward! No agonizing. Lay them on the floor, switch 'em around, stitch 'em together! Smokin'!

Rummaging in the stash produced fabric for borders and backing. Before you could blink I was pinning layers together. The end was in sight!

I attached my walking foot and sat down to quilt. And that's when TROUBLE reared its ugly head.

One furlong to run and my horse quit. Sat down in the middle of the track and wouldn't budge! I foolishly urged her on, when, obviously, she wasn't up to the job. Drat! Two lines, the width of the quilt, of ugly puckers! I sat for an hour unpicking those ugly puckers, glaring all the while at my recalcitrant horse. She's a game old girl, my Bernina. We've been together for twenty years. We've made some beautiful quilts and had a lot of fun in the making. But I've been neglecting her and she just couldn't take it any more.  She's way overdue for  some R&R.

This morning I made a reservation for her to spend a few days at Dr. Gregor's spa for tired and creaky, overworked and cranky Berninas. She'll stay for a few days and enjoy some badly needed, richly deserved, pampering at the expert hands of Dr. Gregor. He'll give her a full body massage, with aromatic oils imported especially from Switzerland. He'll scratch all her itches, lubricate her aching joints, adjust her stitch width and length regulators,  feed her only the finest oats and make her feel like a young filly again!

And since there'll be no full body massages, or pampering with aromatic oils going on here while she's off , having the time of Reilly, I hope she comes back with her work boots on! We've got a quilt to finish!


Stomper Girl said...

How annoying, when everything else had fallen in so well.

persiflage said...

Obviously your Bernina went out on a sympathy strike. You two think alike!
In the meantime your creative juices will continue flowing!
Speaking as apperson who simply cannot sew straight, I am lost in admiration at your myriad talents.

Thimbleanna said...

You're Brilliant Ms. Molly. Sounds like a perfect plan for your fabrics and orphaned blocks. I totally sympathize with you on the fabric front -- I sometimes feel guilty, but then I get over it LOL. Sorry about the machine -- I hope her pampering puts her in a better mood!

Pauline said...

Man, I knew I was in the wrong body - I should have been born a Bernina. Maybe in my next life. Work you were made for, someone to love you and send you to spa days when you act up, no bills to pay, no meals to cook, no wringing your hands with what's-to-become-of-me-now fears. Sigh.

This post made me chuckle, from your fabric-snob attitude to the quilt almost done.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

How frustrating ! Still , you'll be able to sail through it with a totally revamped machine .
And as for the generous donation of material being repaid a hundred-fold with a lovely quilt, almost by return ? Lovely!
( Is that what "cast your bread upon the waters" meant ?)

Friko said...

And I thought quilts were made by hand, now I see that you ride them into being.
Another fond belief shattered!

Ali Honey said...

It's looking good Miss Molly. I hope no body doped your horse - you know slipped something in her oats like fluff or pins or loose threads.

Glad you got to play - and hope you are soon back at it.

dianne said...

i envy you - both of my horses are geldings (although the big one THINKS he is a stallion) and throw me off every chance they get ... i even tried to bribe Sven with a new needle - he was having none of that!

truly a sweet quilt - Em is gonna LOVE it!!!

secret agent woman said...

How great for your friend - she gives you bits of fabric and it comes back to her as a quilt!

Pam said...

I thought it was only my sewing machine that did that sort of thing. I always blame the operator. It doesn't matter so much if there's a pucker or two on the back of curtains, though...

Julie's Journey said...

I love the thought of a health spa for sewing machines!