Nights like this make me feel pretty stinking good about this quilting thing. Like I’m actually making progress. The first border is stitched onto what I’m calling the Seaside Quilt, due to its blue-green colors, and I’ve got the strips pieced together, but not yet attached. I really like the way it’s looking:
I did have two small problems with the white border – I had to piece together two strips to make the white fabric long enough. In the bottom right corner… sigh… I put it on backwards, so the seam is facing up. I really, really hope to find a way to cover that up. No idea how. Any suggestions?
Also, I can climb out onto the wing strut of a Cessna and jump off without a moment’s hesitation – why does working with white fabric terrify me? I’m the sort of person who will always drop spaghetti sauce on my white shirt, or drip butter on my good pants, and I’m working with vast expanses of pristine whiteness here. Thus far, and I know I’m cursing myself here, but thus far – it remains as pure as the driven snow. For now. It’s up to 61″ x 53″.
Not quite feeling up to wrangling the next border on until I’d decide whether or not I have to rip the screwed up side off, I moved on. Triangles.
Conquering both my abject terror of sewing on the bias and my hesitance to launch myself fully into Using Pink, I put together three pinwheel blocks. They came together better than I figured they would. The first two are ok, and the third is pretty darn good, if I may say so myself:
I think I’ve discovered a problem with not pre-washing, even though it’s so nice in terms of unfussiness – the chemicals. When I iron the unwashed fabric, my eyes burn a little and I can feel my throat getting irritated. I have to wonder what forms of carcinogens I’m sucking in. That’s no good.
At this point, I have no idea what I’ll do with the pinwheels when they’re done – put them into a crib quilt or a doll quilt or something and give it away, perhaps.
Lastly, the wretched Cliche Country blocks have been removed from the design wall and tossed into a box. It’s nice not having the unattractiveness lingering in sight – I can immerse myself in the good stuff. If I ruin it, I ruin it, and life moves on.
I do have to wait until I can afford the batting and backing for the seaside project, which is a bummer, but I think I have plenty to keep me occupied in the mean time. 😀