Thursday, February 16, 2012
What I Made . . . For Reals
So, when I stopped working two summers ago, my brother gave me some advice. He told me to do something with my time, not to just let it pass. To do something that I've been meaning to do, but hadn't found the time for.
I wanted to make a quilt, so that's what I did. That it took me two years is not really the point.
I actually did most of the work that first summer. The cutting of the blocks and sewing them into strips. I was reluctant to sew the strips together, because, quite frankly, my apartment does not have a space big enough to spread it out. So I bundled it all up and took it with me on a visit to California, so that my mom could help. What with eating tacos and swimming, I never got around to finishing it. Ditto for, like, two visits after that. My mom would sort of remind me that it was waiting to be finished, and I'd be like, in a minute, I'm eating a taco.
This last visit, however, I was going to finish it. Though, I did wait until the very end of the visit. I had my doubts that it would get done. Luckily, Rachel and Katie came for a visit, and I kind of conned them into tying the quilt as we gabbed (thanks again, ladies).
My very last night there, I did the edges. Let's not beat around the bush: they're not great. Don't even get me started on mitered corners. But, you probably wouldn't notice it from a trotting horse. Besides, that's what I like about handmade things -- the little imperfections. In that way, there's a lot to like about this quilt.
Honestly, over a year passed from start to finish, and my feelings about the quilt changed in that time. Which happens, especially with long term projects. I have plenty of time to lose interest. I like it, though I'm not sure exactly what to do with it. Right now it's under the coverlet, keeping us warm while I give my grandmother's quilt a season off.
*I included that last photo of Edie because her feet look like the start of a pretty decent sur le cou-de-pied.