My great-great grandmother Mary Malinda Hall was a big time quilter. Like, she made a quilt for every child (she had 18), grandchild, child in her primary class at church, and many people in her little community. I thought maybe, maybe I have some kind of quilting blood in me I just needed to tap into.
But, see, I don't sew. For instance, I feel proud to know what a bobbin is. (Not that I can confidently wind it.)
By some miraculous event I got invited to a quilting group and by chance a bit of a master quilter took me under her wing. So I began learning to sew by starting to make a quilt.
I never knew cutting and sewing straight lines could be so(oooooo) frustrating and tedious. And time consuming. Each block represents hours. No joke.
Now that I have these blocks done though, and can see it all together, I feel pretty proud. And I can see how people find it fulfilling. And a little addicting.
Next tasks:
- get the squares back out of my closet,
- piece this together with borders between,
- back it,
- bind it,
- give it to my little niece for a very belated birthday gift,
- never look at it again,
- pick and start one more ULTRA SIMPLE pattern, so as not to have this quilt of reckoning totally put me off from sewing or quilting for all time.
