Saturday, April 13, 2013
Still at it...
I haven't forgotten about you... I just have nothing new to report... I am STILL ripping out the top stitching in the blue quilt. I had sewn in three bobbins worth of thread before I changed my mind and got out the seam ripper. It's taking much longer than anticipated to pull it apart... I have such a love/hate relationship with this quilt!
Friday, April 5, 2013
the seam ripper is my friend
I should have trusted my instincts when I made my last post in this
blog, the voice in the back of my mind that said "you won't be happy
with this," because, well, I haven't been back to work on the blue quilt
since I wrote that I would finish it...
I finally got it in my head tonight that I should get in that sewing room and just finish it already... but then I sat down at my machine and... just... sat there... I wasn't motivated... I didn't like it... Why was I trying to finish something that I didn't like?
Knowing me, I would end up hating the quilt. I would never appreciate all the work that went into it. I would be reminded every time I looked it that I had wasted all that time and money and perfectly good fabric!
I tried... I gave it a whirl... I just didn't have it in me to continue... I am not a meanderer...
That nasty, awful, terrible, horrible, meandering top stitching is coming out, a stitch at a time...
The quilt is only a quarter of the way top stitched. 'If I pick it out now,' I said to myself while looking at it, 'there is a chance I could still selvage this project." So, seam ripper in hand, I am parking my butt on the couch, and turning on Netflix for a marathon of the last season of PrisonBreak with my DH.
I finally got it in my head tonight that I should get in that sewing room and just finish it already... but then I sat down at my machine and... just... sat there... I wasn't motivated... I didn't like it... Why was I trying to finish something that I didn't like?
Knowing me, I would end up hating the quilt. I would never appreciate all the work that went into it. I would be reminded every time I looked it that I had wasted all that time and money and perfectly good fabric!
I tried... I gave it a whirl... I just didn't have it in me to continue... I am not a meanderer...
That nasty, awful, terrible, horrible, meandering top stitching is coming out, a stitch at a time...
The quilt is only a quarter of the way top stitched. 'If I pick it out now,' I said to myself while looking at it, 'there is a chance I could still selvage this project." So, seam ripper in hand, I am parking my butt on the couch, and turning on Netflix for a marathon of the last season of PrisonBreak with my DH.
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