lily’s found her groove!
Fellow stitchers – I have finally, after 14 loooooong years, found my quilting groove! And by golly it feels good! :-)
I was sitting here with this …
… reading my latest edition of American Patchwork and Quilting and admiring this …
and I suddenly realised – omg, this is my style of quilting!
So, armed with little balls of thread, a nice big needle, my laptop, the magazine, ruler and pencil, I headed on up to bed where the French Farmhouse quilt has been since I neatly folded it the day after I began quilting it. I had grimaced at my handquilting as I laid it on the armchair in the bedroom, fearing I would never, ever finish quilting it.
Part of my despair was not just time, but strength. I have recently read, and I cannot remember where or who, that the quilting is the skeleton of the quilt and that it must be quilted lots if it is a big quilt as it will need the strength. The French Farmhouse was heading towards serious bone density problems.
No more! I LOVE what I have done tonight – it is definitely Lily friendly and in keeping with the Lily style – simple, naive and efficient. Yep, that’s me … ;-)
So here’s what we started with – flimsy stitches heading for a hip replacement …
Here’s where we went instead – I have a wee bit of a tendency to kink out to the right with my down stitch.
But I straightened that up …
And here’s the finished centre of the block – in less than 45 minutes – and this is the first go – imagine how fast I will get when I am marking my lines on a desk instead of my knees and have practiced lots! My, this stitching looks like it will endure decades of use and is beautifully in keeping with the simplicity of the quilt!
I’m going to get some white thread to do a few borders in the borders. Awesome! Now I just need to work out how to get ink out of this exceptionally silly pen – after three weeks of trying – nothing! Got any tips?
p.s. Carolann – here’s your lovely boy! We picked him up safe and sound, brought him home to toasted waffles and raspberries, bows and laundry pegs in the backyard (as opposed to bows and arrows, apparently laundry pegs are much more fun), dinner with big Pete in tow and home in plenty of time for his early start tomorrow – I’m sending you strong thoughts and lots of love :-)