I started another quilt…I know, I know. I have three weeks before I find out what the baby is and I have to occupy myself somehow. Right? I can’t sit around and watch trashy reality TV on Netflix all the time, can I?
This quilt I started is for the church bazaar (November 10- Mark your calendar!)
I’m trying to sew as much as possible before I am too occupied with preparing for our new velociraptor to join the family. And really, a side note, this is totally a velociraptor. I hobbled around most of the weekend because of the tremendous pain in my left hip. By Saturday night, I couldn’t get my leg into the bed and we have one of those low Ikea beds…lifting that leg two feet was NOT going to happen. Mr. Lulu managed to move it, with me in tears. YAY! Anyways, back to the quilt…
So I started this quilt and realized something. I realized why I keep saying I’m not going to ever quilt again. I find it tedious. RIDICULOUSLY tedious. The cutting, the measuring, the math, the “OHMYGOD MY SEAMS AREN’T LINING UP!” … it’s all too much for me. I don’t find the satisfaction of a finished blanket to exceed the trauma of sewing the blanket.
The thing is, my blankets usually turn out ok. If you inspect them microscopically, you will find numerous errors, puckered fabric, I don’t hand sew (oh no no, I don’t hand sew). But they are functional. I prefer Monet pieces…they are pretty when draped across a chair or couch and snuggled up with. My quilts will not earn quilting prizes.
I’m actually quite envious of people who can sit there and quilt and turn out beautiful pieces. I really am. I don’t have it in me. I find it dull. And boring. And tedious. The work exceeds the satisfaction of the finished piece.
So while working on dull, tedious pieces, I work on other things that are fun and cute, and where the input is equal to the output, at least in my brain. I do things like these:
Cute little burp cloths from cloth diapers. I love fun sewing like this. And I’ll be making me some of these little guys too. I mean, why not? I have a huge stash of fabric and the diapers are relatively inexpensive. Then I can look at something cute while my velociraptor vomits all over me.