|Photo courtesy of bing|
Apparently I’m not meant to quilt Captain Studly’s airplane quilt as all my efforts at getting the #@*&% thing done have been twarted.
See, I got it on the frame…which only took me 45 minutes. I sold my spleen to buy Masterpiece and The Bottom Line threads. Actually, that’s not true…I hijacked the Bottom Line thread from my mother. Oopsies! I prayed ‘Please Lord help my shoulders relax, my stitches to be even and my thread to not break’. If it didn’t go against all my religious beliefs and good old-fashioned fear of what happened to those poor bastards in Pet Sematary, I’d’ve sacrificed something small and furry. And yes, I know Pet Sematary was about burying a beloved pet in a cursed graveyard and having it come back as a killing machine…just work with me here, okay?! Anything to get this damn thing finished!
I changed the needle, cleaned out the machine’s innards and oiled it up like a Chippendales model before a calendar shoot…all this BEFORE I loaded the albatross onto the frame. Did it work? Hell, no! Haven’t you been reading?! I got all the cloud fabric quilted (one pass on the frame) and encountered thread breakage three times before I decided ‘screw it, I’m throwin’ it on the Featherweight!’
So then it became a matter of removing it from the frame…funny how unloading it only took 5 minutes. Damn quilting trolls!
Look what I discovered as I was unloading the top…
That’s the batting literally shredding apart…like pulling apart a cotton ball! I suppose now I should say ‘thank you Lord’ for not letting me get any farther into the whole tortuous process. I’ve used this company before, just never this type of batting. Never again, I tell you!
So, an hour of the frog stitch later and it’s all unquilted, ready to be pinned (ick!) and loaded under the lead foot of Lennie the Featherweight. She’s gonna kick quilt butt!
Where’s the wine?