Happy Valentine’s Day! Here is a quilt I just finished
Two quilts in a row, things are getting crazy around here.
So this quilt, I actually started in February 2011. Six years ago. I was one year into this whole “learn to really sew and blog it” thing. I was naïve and a bit arrogant. I thought I could do anything. I had an idea for a heart-shaped quilt with ruffles and I went for it. I pretty much had no clue what I was doing.
But that didn’t stop me from jumping right into my idea. I was so confident, I even started taking pictures for a tutorial.
And then things went a bit south, about 3/4 of the way into piecing the top. I ran out of fabric. I couldn’t get the ruffles to stay ruffled, the basting stitches kept slipping out. It was starting to shape crooked. I cut it so small, would it even be practical as a quilt at all? What’s the point?!
I wadded it up and put it in a box, shoved under a table in my sewing room.
And there it sat. I would pull it out every February 1st or so, look at it, shake my head at the waste of fabric and time, and shove it back in the box. This year, when I pulled it out for the annual observance of shame, I thought how ridiculous it was to have it almost done and not finish it. Sure, many of the mistakes and issues weren’t fixable. But it would still be a quilt that could be used and loved.
So I took an afternoon and finished the top. It is wonky and puffy, but it is cute. However, all that wonky, and especially all that puffy was going to make quilting it a huge challenge for me, the non-quilter. So I opted to hand tie it. My cat really, REALLY enjoyed this process. She could hear the thread sliding through the fabric from anywhere in the house, would stalk and pounce. It was great fun.
It is actually a really warm quilt, so long as you don’t require your whole body to be covered. It turns out, ruffled fabric adds up and the thing is surprisingly heavy, and so cozy. My kids love it, it’s been in daily use since I bound it, even before it was tied. Ivy is convinced I made it just for her.
And maybe it is. I was just waiting for her to be old enough to enjoy it. And born. And me be even pregnant with her at all. Six years. But it’s done!