Then there's my recent quilt. I'm not quite sure how much I can flap that sucker in the breeze so that no one notices the flaws. Can you see the mistake?
|There's no such thing as a project in progress without a cat involved in it somehow. Charlotte wanted to be sure there remained plenty of wrinkles as I tried to smooth the quilt on the floor.|
I'd like to think I'm being to hard on myself, but what a bonehead move on my part. This photo explains it all...
|This note was added AFTER I realized the mistake I'd made, having put the blue tape on the machine the last time I made a quilt, about two years ago, without a note as to why. Oh my.|
When I started to put the first pieces together - the black and white horizontal striped section stitched to the vertical coloured and white stripes - I was horrified to see that the colored strips were significantly more narrow, by about 1-1/2 inches. How could that be? I thought, "dumb directions!" and double checked the math. The math added up. My quilt squares didn't. I flipped the quilt over and started measure the seams and realized they were larger than 1/4" because I, the nitwit that forgot why the 1/4" mark isn't at the left edge of the tape, had used the foot as a guide without moving the needle to the right. Every bloody seam hogged up another 1/8" more of less of fabric. Lots of strips meant the loss of lots of fabric. O.M.G. I could either take apart (how many components are there? Thirty?) every assembled square, or just cut the black & white segments to fit the width of the thirty that were too small and call it a flippin' crib quilt instead of a lap quilt.
Lesson learned. I learned how to make a crib quilt.
There were other mistakes and errors along the way, but I am simply going to consider them as learning experiences, make notes so that I don't repeat those mistakes, and consider this is just part of the re-learning curve.
While I'm looking at these photos again, I should point out that Charlotte is not a poodle as her tail would suggest. She is usually a long haired cat that suffered with the most miserable knotting of her fluffy fur, so she was subjected to what the vet refers to as a "lion cut." Alas, the lion's cheeks were trimmed a little lopsided, so she looks like her head is tweaked a bit toward the right. Her cut also provided a stunning view of her need for kitty Spanx. How can a young cat that has never had kittens have cleavage like that?!? She puts most dairy cows to shame. We are trying to exercise her and help her with nature's tummy tuck, hoping she doesn't notice things like my son spotting her for the first time after she got home, doubling over and laughing so hard that he merely bounced with no sound coming out. Poor Charlotte. The indignity of it all!
Tomorrow I start on the back of the quilt. At this point, I don't see any point in continuing the silly practice of skipping wine while I sew. Clearly, it couldn't have hurt. You just can't tell from this photo that the top row of black bars is narrower than the others. I need to flap that quilt a little faster, THEN I'll take a sip.