It’s been a while since we talked quilting, mostly because I haven’t had anything new to share or talk about.
But I bought a kit when my favorite local shop closed. It’s a small quilt, though bigger than a crib blanket. I made it for my two-year-old grandson. I’m mostly happy with it. I think he’ll love it.
I didn’t stretch the backing tight enough when I sandwiched the layers together and I ended up with too many little tucks and pleats on the back.
I laid it out on the living room floor, on a quilt board that was just a mite too small.
Lesson learned. Next time I’ll find a place with enough table space to lay it out, tape it down tautly, and then do the sandwich.
Life is a learning experience, isn’t it?
Just like quilting, which I learn by trial and error.
Life can’t be practiced for. It’s more like do, error, re-do. Sometimes, of course, we nail it. But mostly it’s me bumbling along, doing the best I can, failing horribly, sighing, getting up, and trying again.
I’ll quilt again. And I’ll pay special attention to the backing. And something else, something I didn’t expect will go wrong. Or at least not be perfect.
But I’ll persist and maybe one of these days, a quilt (and a life) might just turn out okay.
Thanks for reading.
Do you have a favorite quilt or afghan or blankie? Even adults sometimes need a security blanket.