The hand quilting of Mary Ellen’s sunflowers continues.
That sentence could pretty much be the blog post in its entirety, but I have this love affair with the English language so I’ll carry on for a bit.
Since the February retreat, I’ve accomplished very little on the quilting front. It seems the quilt just doesn’t want to be quilted at home. It needs my retreat buds as much as I do. For an introvert, that’s a little weird, but there you go.
There are nineteen blocks, plus an abundance of sashing and nine patches. I have finished the quilting on exactly one block. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Here’s a picture of my start.
This isn’t a process I can rush because my stitches wind up looking like a drunken sailor made them. Not pretty. Watching TV while quilting is out because I get distracted. In a moment of weakness I thought I’d watch some Outlander and manage to keep on task. *Graham McTavish, slobber, stitch, slobber.* What a truly stupid idea. 🙄
Pandora and some earbuds seem to be my best bet. Classical for smooth stitches; ZZ Top for when I want to look back and wonder where I went wrong. In the words of my grandmother: they’ll never notice it on a galloping horse. Alrighty then.
Anyway, some progress has been made.
From the first outlines of the petals, flower center, and three concentric rings…