is a happy quilter.
Holiday quilts. I guess it’s never too early to work on Holiday quilts.
This quilt needed a back.
I had two yards of a black holiday print that I’d bought with the kit as a “just in case” I couldn’t get more of the border fabric. But, two yards wasn’t enough for the back, so I pieced a strip that is 12 by “a little over 72” to fill in the extra space.
Rob thought I should use it as a table runner, so I’ve promised to make him a table runner out of the last bits of this fabric. Anyway, I cut five inches of length off the side of the backing and inserted the pieced section between the two sections of black. That way, when I trim and square up, I’ll be cutting away the solid piece of fabric and not part of my piecing. I did the same by adding strips of fabric to both ends of the pieced section. Now, I just have to make sure it’s straight when I layer the quilt to pin baste it. Soon.
I also made a new quilt back for this quilt.
This one was pin basted to a horrible back. I don’t know what I was thinking. But, at least I was smart enough not to start quilting it. Anyway, new back and now, it’s ready to go. The new back is brown, with lots of little pointy trees on it, so it’s perfect.
Yesterday was the next Civil War block from Barbara Brackman.
That’s block nine. I really do enjoy the blocks. And, I hope I’m going to end up with a nice quilt at the end. If I don’t, it won’t be from lack of time spent choosing fabrics and precision piecing.
This, just out of the dryer.
Rob was caught snuggling under a warm Linus quilt. With the air conditioning on. Because who can resist a warm quilt, right out of the dryer.
Everybody have a great Monday. I have more things to share. I was very industrious this weekend. Sydney decided to bake not one, but two cheesecakes and you can imagine how that went… I found her crying in the kitchen, running cold water over a burned hand. It was pitiful. My first reaction was to be a dad and ask (real loud) “why did you do that?” But, later, while I helped her one handed attempts to put sheets on her bed, I told her that the only people that don’t make mistakes are people that don’t do anything.
I wonder if she knows how few people would attempt to bake two cakes at the same time. Or, how brave that makes her.
Oh, and the cheesecakes were “deeeeelish!”