My mother-in-law taught me how to piece half-square triangles, and I'm so glad she did, because since recently returning to the world of quilting, I have met some folks that truly dislike making them.
It was made from a book that lives up at the cabin, and I'll track down the name of it the next time I visit. I have a photocopy of the quilting design recommended for it, and I really like it, so I've spent many hours on the floor chalk-marking this fella. He's made it down to the sewing pit, and I've sewn a few lines. Enough lines to think that maybe I should open the Craftsy machine quilting class that I'm sure is in my class list.
I remember feeling pretty excited when I finished the top, and I was so eager to get to the quilting part. I thought about how great it would be to pick up and stitch a few lines while the kids were busy. Dragging the machine out was pretty tricky in those days in our little place. I thought I'd sit and watch TV and drink tea and stitch a few more lines. I was a cross-stitcher at the time, and how hard could it be?
Oh.
Hand quilting didn't agree with me at all then. I thought that the needle was too small (didn't occur to me to try another one), the thimble was too hot (didn't think to try again in winter), and really, who's got time for all that anyway? (Again, I didn't think that if I had just done a line here and there every month, that maybe I might not be staring at an unfinished quilt top 13 years later)
It was my daughter, the teenage sewing master, that found it in my stash, and we had a good laugh and I forgave myself and decided that this would be a fun way to learn machine quilting. More on that to come.
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