So many mistakes. So, so many. Ugh. I did okay with the top. I started the quilt last September at Sewing Summit with Jeni Baker of In Color Order, in her Equatorial Triangle Quilt class. I had recently been the recipient of some incredible generosity from the proprietors of a motel in rural Idaho (Prairie Inn). I wanted to do something to thank them, and a quilt seemed a fitting way to do so. I cut out a few triangles from calico I picked up at Jo-Ann, and then put it away until, oh, two weeks ago. The end of July, we were going to be staying in the same motel again in just a few days, and I needed to get things done fast. So I pulled out the cut triangles and uncut fabric, called my mom up, and she and I had a triangle-cutting session. And then I spent the rest of the day piecing them all together. It wasn’t perfect, but it was way better than I was expecting to have done and I was pretty excited. And then I had to quilt the thing.
Okay, seriously, how do quilters do it? I thought I had basted really well. I tried to go slow. I’d do a pass, flip it over, pick out all the puckers, go back over it, ad naseum. And then I was like, whatever! This is nuts! And I just let the puckers be. And then they got worse and worse and worse until… see that area three rows from the bottom on the left about six triangles in? That isn’t the quilt bent a little. That is the quilt puckered to the point of obscuring shape, like the quilt is melted in that area. Perhaps I have a future in surreal quilting? The Persistence of Cotton. And then there is the back.
I had such high hopes and things just did not turn out like I wanted. But it is what it is. It’s still a quilt, it will keep someone warm. I still put my love and time into it, and it expresses my gratitude for the amazing people I made it for. And it’s the thought that counts, right?