This August at the Iowa State Fair, my favorite part was seeing all the quilts on display. I am always in awe. I just love them. The possibilities are really endless and the creativity is out of this world. Quilts are art. I have books and magazines all about quilting. They are so nice to look through. I have to officially admit (and I admit this with great difficulty), I am not a quilter. Actually, I have successfully completed a few baby quilts. They are at the threshold of fun. I enjoy designing them, picking out the fabrics and piecing them together. Since they are baby quilts, the quilting is manageable and the binding is bearable. Beyond this level….count me out!
I don’t want any part of the precision cutting or all the ironing of seams. I don’t want to mess with all the fancy stitches and yards of binding (which I always feel compelled to make myself so that it’ll match…here is a tip for you…BUY BINDING!) Nope…don’t look for full sized quilts from me any time soon.
My Grandmother is a quilter. She uses scrap fabric like no one else I know. (I’ve thought about sending her bagfuls of my scrap materials, but thought my aunts might not like me so much if I did that!) She makes amazing quilts. I wonder if she knows the number of quilts that she has made in her life. She’s made them for her children and all the grandchildren have received quilts in their childhood, for weddings, for great-grandchildren. I am surprised she has not gone insane!
I suppose that you are wondering what has brought this all on? Well, I agreed to make a quilt for someone. It took seemingly forever to find the fabrics. Once they were all in place, I figured it would take a me a couple nights of hard work. No big deal. It was, afterall, a “simple” quilt. I cut out my templates, had all my measurements in place and got to work. About half way through it, I honestly felt like throwing the whole thing into the trash. Now, of course, I could not do this. You might think I wouldn’t want to waste the fabric or the time I had put into it, but the only reason it didn’t end up in the trash was because it was for someone else. I trudged forwarded…piecing and piecing, then tacking layers together, working on the edging and finally…FINALLY…finishing the quilt. It is the worst thing I have ever made. It made me want to cry. Possibly I should have listened to myself when I had the initial trash thought.
If you look at quilting in the same light as horse back riding, you could say I was bucked off the horse. Some people say “You must get back on. Don’t let one bad experience scare you off.” Well, this terrified me and I won’t be climbing back on the quilting horse anytime soon!
Now blankets…I can do blankets!
PS. Check out the quilting page on my website for some pictures of a few quilts I have managed to complete without wanting to trash!