Last week, the death knell sounded for yet another quilt shop in my area. I’m all in favor of being able to retire and ride off into the sunset to do whatever may strike your fancy, but dammit!, not if you’re in the quilting business! Don’t these folks know they’re supposed to be carried out on a stretcher? There’s no quitting in quilting!
Okay, whine over and happy retirement to Linda. Don’t leave us! *sob and sniffle*
Being that it’s my civic duty to stimulate the local economy and liberate fabric from its bolty bondage in the process, (not to mention that I got something loosely resembling carte blanche to make the credit card squeal a smidge from Himself) I stopped in last weekend and made a haul.
Okay, okay…I stopped in today, too. Ahem.
Last weekend, I just eyeballed the Steady Betty. Today, she came home with me.
I’ve heard of the Steady Betty before and wondered what in the world? Basically, it’s a pricy piece of rigid material (board, foam core, who knows?) covered with a thin foamy layer. The company is Texas-based for anyone interested because we all know awesome exists and its natural habitat is Texas. The original price was $38 for a 12×12 board. Yes, I know it’s tacky and rude and some French word translating to tacky and rude to openly discuss money matters, but you are aware of which blog you’re reading, am I right?
So, back to the Steady Betty. You lay your block on it and press your pieces without fear that the little toots will scoot across the surface like a dog dragging its behind on your carpet. You’re welcome for the visual.
Full disclosure: I don’t press; I iron. Yes, I know it’s wrong, but there you have it. If it bothers you that much, there’s a pill you can pop to lessen the anguish. I myself take it, but I’m not sharing.
I like to think of myself as a fairly good ironer, ironist, whatever. And quilting is the only time I hold an iron in my grub-grabber. And like most things in life that I tend to wing, I’m probably not doing them as well as I think. But, it’s all in the attitude, right?!
Below are two photos of my ironed (take that, quilt police!) blocks.
This next one is my Nat Geo-prizewinning side shot. Who lets me near an iron unsupervised? Ugh, wretched.
I was assured by the shop staff that I’d loooove me some Steady Betty. I wasn’t sure if this was uttered in an effort to move merchandise or in complete sincerity. Ladies in my various Facebook groups all threw in their opinions ranging from a Meg Ryan worthy yes-yes-yes! to a make your own to a flat-out not worth your money. Having used it, now I have no doubt. Holy smokes!
There are some wonderful creations out there…
Grains from whence comes bread…and beer.
Husbands who put down the toilet seat.
And now the Steady Betty.
Two thumbs up!