|The man lives for flannel.|
My family affectionately refers to my husband as "The Flanimal"...or, sometimes, "The Wooly Flammoth."
There were two goals with this quilt:
2. Stay with the big picture.
(What is that wooden thing in the background? Don't get me started...)
|Math is cool.|
As I was rapidly piecing, I thought about my great-grandmother, who did this all the time, and I'm sure it wasn't that big a deal to her. People just needed warm blankets, so she put stuff together. I wonder how much time she spent laying out blocks and musing over choices. I tried to keep her perfectly-imperfect quilt top in mind as I cut this fabric by hand, with scissors.
When it came to the quilting, I wasn't sure what I could do that wouldn't detract from that beautiful big picture. I thought hard about it while basting. So much so that I basted the quilt to the carpet. Le sigh.
In pure avoidance of more basting, which I patently hate anyway, I popped the thing into the quilting hoop.
The Silly BooDilly, as well as Nova's at a cuppa and a catch up. It was fun to try some improv hand-quilting of my own.
Once I had enough "basting" in, I machine-quilted some random vertical lines for extra stability. I tried a couple horizontal ones too, but I got bored so I stopped after two. (Meh, enough was enough already.)
I folded the edges of the backing over to bind it (by machine), made my own style of corners, added my signature, and made a hanging sleeve.
|He collects rare and antique books.|
Yet I'm having a hard time letting go of all the flaws I see. Like I wish there was more red. And it could be a little longer. And I see some repeating patterns where I was trying to be random.
Why do I love to be miserable.
At least Mr Awesome is content in his peaceful reading corner, musing over a first edition Nietzsche.
Imperfect or not, this quilt is already a treasured family item, as I hope it will be for many years to come.