I’m now two full weeks into this whole hand quilting thing and, sarcasm aside (No, really. Seriously, stop laughing.), am pretty happy with my progress and overall appearance of my work.
Of course, when I look at a picture of the entire thing and see just how big it is and how much quilting my hands will be doing, I get slightly nauseous. Have I mentioned patience isn’t my forte?
My entire focus is on getting this thing quilted and moving on. My focus ISN’T on how I get the quilting done. Meaning: I don’t ‘rock the needle’. Purists tsk and occasionally give me a pained smile. I get the same look when I say something off color and slightly obnoxious. It’s quite fun. 😏. Sorry, but thimbles aren’t my friends and I was focusing more on needle and thimble and not jamming anything under my fingernails than actual quilting which was very frustrating. Please don’t tell me I’ll get the hang of it. My father thought the same thing about teaching me to drive a stick shift. No, thanks.
I try to work a bit every night. Hockey playoffs mean I have to pay extra attention to keep my stitches even and still manage to scream and gesticulate at the TV. I’m nothing if not a multitasker. In my last post, I asked other quilters what they listen to while working away on their projects. Let me just say that a steamy romance on audio is not the way to go. There’s just something slightly hinky about hearing someone simulate sounds and say certain words aloud if’n you get mah drift. Hello, is it hot in here?!
Here’s a close up of a block. The slight gathering of the fabric really makes the petals pop although my perfectionist tendencies have my gut clenching that the block isn’t smooth and flat.
In the end, I am having a rocking good time. See what I did there? Ahem.
I may also be insane.