I owe quilts to many people. Many, many people. Some of them are partially done, some are still just gleams of ideas in my head. And part of my project to live more graciously is to get back to my fiber arts, my creative and giving side.
On Sunday, I attacked my sewing room, the last room in the house that had not been uncluttered in my “Hubby’s out of town, let’s spring clean” week. I got my work table and sewing table all cleaned up and found the fabric with which I intended to back a baby quilt that has been in the works since baby arrived.
He’s walking now.
Go ahead and laugh, but I know crafters who are working on “baby quilts” that might be high school graduation presents. So I’m not that hopelessly behind.
Having all the pieces in one place, and being “on a roll,” I decided to sandwich and pin baste the baby quilt. For those who don’t know, a quilt consists of a top, generally pieced in a pattern, a fabric backing, and between these some kind of batting that gives it loft and warmth. In order to get these three layers to stay together, they must be stitched through with a topstitch that can either be functionally placed in the seams of the pieced top or decoratively sewn in a pattern on the surface–otherwise known as “quilting.”
Like the toilet paper.
In order to accomplish this permanent quilting, the layers must be temporarily basted together so that they don’t shift and wrinkle. The easiest way to do this is with safety pins pinned about every six inches all over the surface. Even in a small project, it’s a lot of safety pins. Generally this project is undertaken on large enough floorspace for the entire quilt to lie flat, and the quilter crawling about on her knees, trying not to wrinkle the portions she hasn’t pinned yet. With a king sized quilt it can take two days and hundreds of pins.
If you want to make a quilter laugh, innocently ask her if she has a safety pin handy.
I was almost 2/3 of the way through the pin basting when I realized that I’d misaligned the quilt and half of the top row was pinned only to batting, with the backing laid out too far down. In other words, the top layer of the sandwich had slid completely out of alignment and was not over the bottom layer at all. A hundred safety pins, and all of it was out of whack and had to be redone.
I’m quite proud of myself that I dismissed my first two reactions:
- Reaction one was, “I’ll just cut off the top half of the blocks! He’s a baby; he’ll never know!
- Reaction two was, “Kerosene and a match!”
But no, I took a deep breath, sighed, and unpinned all the work I’d done.
I’d like to say that I didn’t even swear, but I can only say that I don’t remember swearing, so it must have been minimal.
Once it was unpinned, I even realigned it and repinned it right. Tomorrow I’m hoping to actually get the machine quilting done. When it’s finished, it will go to a child who will never know the headaches that it caused me.
And almost every hand-made project has at least one headache/heartache moment. You may never learn the story, but when you are gifted with a piece of craft made by a friend, take a moment to consider the soul of the gift. It’s already been the source of joy and frustration to someone who cares enough about you to project their heart through their hands and make something of beauty for you.