Quilting

I'm not sure what got into me, so I'll blame it on nesting, although temporary insanity may be a better defense. Several weeks ago I decided to start making a quilt. To better understand why this is such a big deal you must first know that my sewing skills are probably on par with a six year old girl. I've never even hemmed a pair of pants (and being short I've had plenty of opportunities)--instead I always ask (aka beg) my mom to do it for me, or suck it up and pay for alterations. I recently made some burp cloths for pregnant friends and family, but sewing semi straight lines on something a child will puke on hardly counts. I know I wasn't admiring the hem work on my burp cloths at 2AM feedings. I borrowed my mom's sewing machine and was grateful she remembered to include the instruction manual--I've used it plenty.

I should clarify that the quilt I'm making isn't for the baby--I know better than to set myself up for that kind of stress and failure in my last trimester. I just intended to make a t-shirt quilt using old college tshirts that had been sitting in a box for....well, 8 years I guess. I had the project in mind many years ago, but after the tshirts had to be evacuated from the guest room-turned- bi- girl-room my hand was forced a little. And, I figured two kids would leave me no time to sew and I'd end up staring at that box of tshirts (resenting it daily) for 8 more years.

So began the quilting project....it's involved lots of crooked cutting, stitch ripping, and machine battling ever since. Don't get me wrong, there have been moments when I enjoyed taking in my new creation--as long as I didn't look too closely at it. My perfectionist nature coupled with inexperience and impatience went a long way in how this project is turning out.

And when I say turning out, yes, that means I'm not done yet. I'm only one step away from being finished, but I find I have to take breaks from the project in order to keep myself sane.
I may post some long-distance photos when the project is complete.