Uhm, yeah, tis the season, right? But, I’m in the mood to hand quilt, too.
So, I pulled out my trusty hand quilting project. OMG, what was I thinking?
Remember this? A few years ago, I asked Rob to give me the Dresden Plates for Christmas. And, he did. And, I opened them when we got home and they were a moldy, filthy, mildewed wreck. So, I washed them and ironed them and gave them back to him to wrap.
I opened them on Christmas morning and immediately sneezed. So, I washed them again. They were a mess. The plates weren’t pretty like they are now. There were a few that were pretty, and they were all very well assembled. But, the ones that weren’t pretty needed to be taken apart and put back together in better combinations. To accomplish that, I ended up taking all of them apart and hand stitching them back together. Then, I hand stitched them to the backgrounds.
Then, I had a moment of insanity and decided to hand stitch the sashing and borders.
And, if you’ve done all that, you really have to hand quilt it, right?
Sorry this one is so dark, but I wanted to show off my stitches. They’re so tiny. I’m so proud. I wanna show them off.
I think I’m three years into the quilt. It took me over a year to put the top together and I’ve been hand quilting it at least two years. I could go back on the blog and find the original posts, but hey, it’s not that important, right? The point is that I spend a little time on it every year, during the cold months because during most of the year, it’s too hot to have it lay across my lap and I don’t have the space for a full size frame and my standing frame is cheap and not at the right height…so why don’t I shorten it???
Because it just now occurred to me. The brain works in mysterious ways.
Everybody have a great Friday. I’m only feeling slightly better today than yesterday, but Rob seems to be significantly better. Maybe it was just allergies. He did have a restless night, tho. I kind of added a little (or maybe a whole lot) too much black pepper to supper last night, likely because my nose isn’t working right now. By the end, we were all sweating. But, it kept him up part of the night and that made me feel bad. Oops. It’s a lot of responsibility to be the cook.