8 + 2 + 1 = ?
I’m a numbers person. I struggle with scrappy, I try to find a pattern even if it is hidden deep, I want some sort of order to things. I look for numbers. I think this is the only reason I can work up a pattern from a picture. My brain functions by adding seam allowance to things and using one yard lengths, 40 inch width, and feeling at home with a calculator in my hand. I might be a numbers person, but please do not ask me to do anything in my head. I need a calculator and something to write on: a napkin, post it note, paper, anything.
This weekend we quilted EIGHT quilts. They were all beautiful and all completely different. The quilts ranged from: a Harry Potter baby quilt (pictures are top secret until later this month), a fabulously finished t-shirt quilt from our class earlier this month, a jelly roll strip quilt that came to life with the quilting, a peacock-lovers wedding quilt, two twin Farm Girl Vintage quilts (I LOVE FGV!), a scrap quilt where the lady used a piece of wood cut by her husband- so resourceful and so smart, I have too many ideas now- and lastly one we finished at the end of last week called Tapestry.
I also started TWO quilts this weekend. Go big or go home, right? We have a class coming up, and my goal is to always make at least one quilt of each size before sharing any fabric measurements or class patterns. I am still working full time in addition to the shop, so my time has been scarce. I finally disappeared this weekend and started cutting. Friday and Saturday I spent finishing one size using our brand new Moda line, Poetry, and Sunday I found a couple helpers to help cut out the second quilt. I went with a much different feel than the first, opting for solids and a more modern look. I started sewing this one Sunday and Monday evening. I have great things planned for the quilting of this modern-like quilt, but I am not sure when I will sneak in any of my quilts on Millie. I’m thinking that would have to happen in the middle of the night one of these days. If you ever pass the shop late one night and see the midnight oil burning away, you will know what I am up to.
I have ONE pup who will try her hardest to stay awake with me. (I had to come up with some excuse to share another puppy picture). Our oldest knows the routine, and she will always go to bed and get comfy, but the youngest will stay awake, or try to, until I am ready for bed. I caught her watching me from the top of the stairs Monday night as I sewed late trying to finish up a quilt. She would open her eyes if I looked her way or moved, but she was so tired and fighting sleep so badly. It was too funny to watch.
8 + 2 + 1 = A successful weekend and start of a new week!
See you at the machine,