The Quilt That Was A Bear

Don’t we all have at least one of those? It starts out fun or interesting or whatever and ends up being s-u-c-h -a- c-h-o-r-e that we’d like to hide it in the deepest, darkest closet we can find until 10 years after our death! LOL Okay, so this wasn’t that bad. Let’s just say it was a quilt with issues and I was trying to machine quilt it.

My youngest daughter, Rachelle, made it for her friend. It’s large–110″ x 110″. On my frame, which is set up at 10 feet, I only have 104″ of sewing space. It was really too big for me to machine quilt. But Rachelle couldn’t really afford to pay someone else to machine quilt it, and it *has* been sitting around as a finished top for a long, long time–over a year. Sooo, even though I shouldn’t have, I told Rachelle that I’d finagle the thing and get it machine quilted on my frame one way or another. Afterall, she is my dear daughter–a person whom I love…

Okay, so I find myself basting with water soluable thread, sewing 18 partial rows, reattaching the top, sewing the rest of the partial rows, turning the top, sewing 9 more partial rows, reattaching the top, sewing the last of the 9 rows. Ugh! It was a bear. I think it’s been on the frame for over two weeks… I can’t remember any more. It’s all a haze. LOL I don’t think I’d worked on it in almost a week and I only had the last half of the last nine partial rows left to do. Finally, yesterday I decided I was going to perservere until it was done. Done! I finished it up last night.

Today when Rachelle called from Oregon (she’s visiting friends) and she asked about the quilt, I could say it was done. She’s happy; I’m happy. And I am definitely ready to move on to the next project!

Piecing: 7 days of 8 (No pieceing was accomplished yesterday, but I’m okay with that.)