Finish Line, Crossed

To finish my memory lap quilt made out of my old t-shirts last month I decided to use some thrifted binding I had on hand versus buying new. It's off white, and pure white would have been a better match. Still, the backing was a thrifted sheet, the batting was thrifted and the embroidery threads were all vintage, so it just felt like the right choice.

Once I sewed it on I thought it worked fine, and the quilt was complete.

The quilt turned out much prettier than I expected it would; the embroidery was a big help. It also feels like me to me.

The back. I learned something from every stage of this project, and while I'm not in a rush to make another quilt out of t-shirts, it was definitely interesting.

Detail of the backing, darkened to show the stitching. I surprised myself by making this quilt; I didn't think I had it in me. Now I think I have one more large quilt left in me for this year (which will be the kit.)

Comments

Maria Zannini said…

That turned out beautifully! I can't imagine working with t-shirt material, always stretching in every direction.

Well done!

September 14, 2024 at 4:58 AM

Holiday Prep

For Thanksgiving this year we've invited some guests from Oliver's mom's side of the family, so I have to start prepping now to get the house in shape for the big day. The first major thing is having the carpets cleaned, which we've scheduled for next week. This weekend I'll be cleaning out four rooms to get them ready for that. I started with my front dining room, which I use as my sewing room. It was kind of a mess already, so it felt good to get everything cleared out. We'll be having ten people at dinner plus two babies, so this will give me a chance to figure out how to arrange two tables in this space. I think this will be my last time hosting a big Thanksgiving gathering. Mike has started his family with a lovely girl who has a huge, close-knit family of her own, while Katherine will likely be off at grad school out of state for the next several years. I'm also not getting any younger. My guy and I will always celebrate Thanksgiving, but ...

T-minus Day

This was our little Thanksgiving dinner last year, when it was just the three of us. Time keeps whittling down my favorite holiday; this year it will be just me and my guy, and we likely won't even have a turkey.* That will be a first in 35 years. I feel about Thanksgiving the way other people do about Christmas, and while it's a lot of work it's my favorite holiday. Of all the Thanksgivings I've had in the past sixty years, only three were truly terrible: one when I was a kid that I don't talk about (#1 most miserable); the time I roasted two turkeys together and hosted fifteen people whom I cooked for and served with zero help (the largest and #2 most miserable); and the one I spent in basic training (the #3 most miserable.) I have no pictures of any of those, thank heavens. In addition to doing all the cooking I'm the one who takes all the pictures, washes all the dishes and puts away all the leftovers. I suppose no one else cares because to them it...

Fell Off the Wagon

I did cut up that plastic dollar tote to make into something stronger, but got caught up with work and set it aside. Then last night some hand-dyed silk and pretty threads called my name, and, well . . . Felt SO good to do some handwork, except my neck began hurting about an hour into it. I tried changing the way I sit and work, but it's pretty obvious that the doc is right.

Valerean

Search This Blog