After a day of work and at least five old episodes of Pod Is my Copilot listened to while I ran fabric through my sewing machine, Throw Quilt #1 is done. Unfortunately I can’t show you a picture because it’s currently in the dryer, but believe me when I say that it is a thing of beauty.
Of course, Throw Quilt #2 is folded up and nagging me to sandwich it and get it basted. To that I say, “Fie, sirrah. I am tired, my back is aching, and I am not working on you until Monday. You can wait.”
Seeing as these needed to be delivered by May and I’ll have them both finished by next week I don’t feel bad about taking the weekend off. I have a number of things around here that I really need to tackle (number one being the craft room which I can start cleaning and organizing while the Brit is off playing D&D), and besides it’s not good for an old broad like me to spend hours and hours at a sewing machine. That way lies osteoarthritis, deep vein thrombosis, and aching arms from wedging fabric through the short arm of the machine.
Besides, the Brit has polished off the S’mores ice cream (he really, really, REALLY liked it) and I want to make another batch. Plus I need to finish beta reading a project for a good friend. Oh, and I need to do a big food shop. See, I have lots of things to do this weekend that pull me away from the lure of Throw Quilt #2, ha ha hahahahahahahaha…
One of the questionable benefits of my mild OCD is that once I lock onto a task I will often stick with it well past the time when I should take a break, or get something to eat, or walk around and let the blood flow back into my feet.
I’ve finished piecing Throw Quilt #2 for a friend who commissioned me to make a set of them, which means I can now start quilting Throw Quilt #1, which was sandwiched last week with batting and backing.
Causing my sinuses to kick up a merry stink about big masses of air moving past each other, but hey, what else is new? That being said, I’m looking forward to the cooler temps for the rest of the week because it’s probably the last relatively cool weather we’ll have for spring. Temps next week are supposed to be in the 70s/80s, which means I’ll have to start running the upstairs A/C for the 80s days. I’m trying to give our downstairs unit as much of a break as I can before we need to start running it since it is Olde™ and the A/C was horrified at the sound it made when he was out here checking the systems. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it always made that kind of noise, being an old two-blade fan type.
I am happy to announce that the S’mores ice cream is a hit. Lyndon took a spoonful, his eyebrows went up and he said, “Oh, that’s very nice,” which in British means, “Damn, this is delicious!”
Got the results of my blood and pee tests on Monday and all my numbers look good, so it seems like I’ll be around for a little while longer to make stuff, take care of the J Crew, and annoy the bigoted. So I have that going for me.
I wound up getting an unexpected commission to make two throw quilts based on my Arkansas Rainbow quilt. Even better, the client didn’t blink when I quoted a price for them. Handmade quilts are expensive, pure and simple, not only for all the fabric that goes into them but the sheer amount of work it takes to design the quilt top, cut out and sew the patchwork pieces together, sandwich and baste the backing, batting, and top, and then actually quilt the whole thing together. And too often artisans run into people who are basing their budget on cheap mass-produced stuff made overseas instead of a custom piece made to their design and balk when you give them a reasonable quote that covers material and time.