I got really lucky on my car repairs yesterday. Just $40 solved my brake squeak. He told me I'd have to do that again in a year or so, just to keep it clean. It's brake dust in the brake drum that is causing the squeak. They clean out that dust and the squeak goes away. Until more dust builds up.
$40 is much cheaper than a new car. Even the new cars I was looking at.
Sydney says I only quilt so I can rip. What does she know. She's a teen. But, she does think I rip an inordinate amount of quilting out.
I do. I can quickly turn into the lady at the back of the guild meeting with the seam ripper, pulling thread and muttering "it has to be perfect. Perfect."
But, when I pointed out that I had quilted some of my background filler yesterday in the wrong scale and that it was not going to stand out...and look at the rest of it in the larger scale and how wonderful it looks, Rob saw what I was talking about, even if Sydney still didn't think it was important enough to rip out a 6"x2" strip of tiny background work. TWO HOURS. It didn't take but about 30 minutes to put that in, but it's taken 2 hours to get it out and I'm not done yet.
So, that's what I did this morning instead of adding more quilting. I pulled. Wanna know what's hard about it? Not sticking the tip of the seam ripper into the silk. That would tear it and leave a hole. Cotton is more forgiving and if I have an oopsie, the ripper will likely just move the warp and welt threads so the hole can close again when I pull the ripper back out. But, with the silk, there would definitely be a tear in the fabric. So, all my ripping is from the back, where the fabric and thread are cotton. I don't even hold the ripper in my hand when I have the quilt face up.
Day before yesterday, I had the silk quilt in the floor and knocked over a cup of coffee. I got just a tiny bit of staining in the edge of the silk that will be cut away. That was very lucky.
This morning, I stepped in a pile of dog poo. And, didn't notice it until I got to work. And, despite using my toothbrush and a half bottle of hand sanitizer to try to clean it out, I can still smell it once in a while. So, maybe I'm not that lucky after all.
Maybe it is all just coincidence and sometimes coincidence is with you and sometimes it's not.
I did not get dog poo on the silk quilt. That's also luck. Or, coincidence.