I have finally finished the first quilt of the year! I also discovered something good this week. I am the new renaissance. That’s how good it is.
Blogging while in the bath. Yep. That’s how good it is. I’m doing it right now. I have a face mask smeared on my face infact. I’m naked and free and writing about quilts. How good is it? As good as it gets, I fear.
The flat that I live in does not have a shower. I thought, actually I was told by the estate agent, that I could simply attach a shower head to the bath taps but that did not work out because the water pressure is way too low on the hot tap. So baths it is and will forever be. It was really nice at first, and then it sucked massively, and now I don’t give it a second thought.
What does your bath have to do with quilting? You ask.
Well, I say, baths are very good for washing away any bad emotions about the horrible quilts that you might have been working on and working on but they kept on going wrong at you and you would keep trying because deep down you really loved the quilt that kept on breaking threads for no apparent reason and because you couldn’t figure out why you would get upset so you blame everything except the sewing machine because it is like a sister to you and you don’t want to be angry at her but then eventually your frustration builds and you shout at your sewing machine before giving it the silent treatment for a few days then you go back and work on the horrible quilt until it is done and out of your life. That is the power of a bath.
I had that type of bath a couple of days ago after finishing what I’ve been referring to in my head as the Tension Quilt among other less appropriate names. I actually wrote a post about this quilt called A Frustrating Quilt | Tension is Building + Threads are Breaking! It’s all in the title really: this quilt was super annoying. All the things that you don’t like happening happened while quilting this quilt. Tension problems, thread breaking, I ran out of spray baste so I kept on sewing into safety pins because I am not used to them being there… I could keep going, but I had my bath. All the tension has been washed away. The quilt has been quilted out of my life and onto my bed. I love it.
The quilt top was improv pieced from a bunch of scraps back in August just before I moved from Brighton to Manchester. I have been working on it on and off since the beginning of January. For a few weeks I was severely put off working on it due to the stressful issues it brought about on the threads I was using. I am glad it is over. I mean finished. What a lovely quilt it turned out to be! I admit the quilting is pretty messy and jumpy, but you know at least it exists in the world. Better to be done than perfect. I also made my first label for a quilt for myself, as previously I have only ever labelled quilts I have given as gifts. I used the alphabet stitch on my machine to do it; it’s always nice to play around with that setting! I did not give it an official title, I just decided to write the places it was made in, the year and my name. I wish I had put the month now…next time I guess!
Thankyou to all the lovely people who gave me some great advice through the comments on my first post on this quilt. You all helped a ton and I learnt about a lot of scary things that could go wrong but thankfully were not the cause for this quilt. I never fully got to the bottom to what the issue was, except that the other day I found a random piece of metal in the sewing machine. It was either a bit of needle or a bit of safety pin, but I’m maybe 90% certain that it could have quite possibly been the culprit. I was never very good at Cluedo. And it is too late now anyway because I have already had my bath and need not dwell on it. But what I do need to do is wash my face mask off, as it has gone all crumbly.