I made two very important stops the other month. The purpose of those stops will reveal itself shortly.
Do you remember this?
Yeah, I'm way fatter than that now. What did you expect? My granddaughter was ready to come bursting forth from the womb at the moment I began typing this. And I've been gaining gran-pathy fat.
And then, of course, there was THIS. She's so squishy!!!
Back to the beginning. So, my first important stop was fabric, because I must make a lovely quilt for my granddaughter. And it must be completed before she bursts forth, because I don't want to be a Loser Grandma.
Actually, I'm officially going with Grandi. Now you know. Thanks Tina!
My second important stop was wine. Because grandmother.
We all cope with our gray hairs and grandmotherliness in our own way.
At some point, the acquisitions from my two stops Vulcan mind-melded. Because wine will do that.
If you've been with me a while, you know I can't read a pattern. Technically, I can read it; I just lack the ability to comprehend. Mom did not pass down the seamstress gene.
I do, however, like playing with my sewing machine, and I enjoy making the interesting things that pop into my head. Those things are mostly quilts, because I can make that up as I go. Here's a post containing a bunch of quilts I made. It didn't get very much attention, and it's not funny in the least, but there are some pretty cool pictures there. I have another quilt post HERE if you're interested.
I put together a sketch with the basic plan for Reese's quilt, but since I'm now a Grandi, I have a legitimate excuse for the fact I'm unable to find it.
I started with my pile of fabric. Ordinarily, piles are viewed as painful bumps in the road of life.
For the sake of our quilt, they're just fine.
I cut my piles into a bunch of squares with the quilting mat I stole from (and have no intention of returning to) my daughter.
I kept cutting and laying them out until I had what I thought looked right. Running out of room on my island may had influenced that decision as well.
I started putting the sections together, and I cut out the letters and flower appliqués I wanted to add:
And then I hoped like hell they were really having a girl, and they were sticking with the name they picked out. Because the odds of my finding someone else I knew with a baby girl named Reese Lynn were so far out of the realm of possibility, I'd have a better chance of sleeping with Thor, that beautiful hammer-wielding god of Asgard, about whom I absolutely never fantasize.
But that would be infinitely more desirable than having piles.
Did I mention my sewing machine is a cheap POS? Here's how I wind my bobbins, because my bobbin winder is broken. Thank you, Philly (my own, personal, drill-wielding Thor).
My bobbin-winders are broken. Mine are broken.
OMG my daughter and I reference this scene constantly.
I used fusible interfacing for my appliqués and adhered them to my quilt top. Then I used a zig-zag stitch around the edges.
And I added some ric-rac because ric-rac rocks.
Eventually, I put the whole mess together and successfully delivered my little quilt project mere moments after Reese's arrival.
I always put a signature on the back so I won't forget who I am.
For my sweet little Reese!!
I hope she has many snuggles in her quilt and that she doesn't barf on it a lot.