So anyway, on to the projects. They're not actually all that important...that's just what I keep telling myself in my head so that I actually finish them. The one I finished tonight is a quilt top that I started when I was pregnant with Z-cakes. Yes, you read correctly. I started the project about two years ago. What? Like you finish every single thing you ever start?
The pattern came from this book and it seemed easy enough when I started it. I took my time picking up fabrics when they were affordable, cutting a little here and there, and planning to sew the whole thing together during the few days of maternity leave I would have before the baby was born.
The quilt top was shelved after I realized that there would be no sitting at a sewing machine without paying for it with severely swollen legs and ankles. At that point in time I was absorbing moisture from the atmosphere...so even an hour at the sewing machine was not in the cards for me. I put the quilt in my "in progress" craft pockets and vowed that I would finish it when the craziness of having a new baby had died down.
Apparently that craziness died down about three days ago. Either that, or my aunt is the new owner of a long arm quilting machine and I promised her I would have a quilt top ready by Thanksgiving for her to practice on. One of those two things made me pull the quilt out again.
I pulled the strips out three days ago, so excited about the fact that all I would have to do was sew a few straight lines and ta-dah! quilt top. I laid the strips out to decide how they should be arranged and realized something terrible....
I hated it.
No, seriously you guys, I don't like the quilt. The colors. The colors are awful! Did pregnancy distort my ability to see color? What was I thinking? And for some reason, the strips were not going together without horrible weird patterns forming or without having two of the same fabric pieces together. I had to unpick things that I had sewn TWO YEARS AGO on a quilt that I CAN BARELY STAND TO LOOK AT.
Ugh.
I was so disgusted that I had to walk away from the quilt and decide what to do next. I couldn't very well just toss the thing out could I? I had spent time and money on that thing and it had been taking up space in my craft room for TWO YEARS. Yes, I had to finish sewing the blanket. I came down to the basement tonight, unpicked a few unruly squares, and sewed the blasted thing together.
And I still don't like it.
N8tr0n thinks that I'll like it more when it has been quilted and bound. I think it's doubtful.
I'll let you know how it turns out.










