Considering that I picked up the pieces at Thanksgiving, and that my machine was in the shop for all of December, I'm thinking that having five quilts so very nearly done is not bad for three months of work. And, I have the binding cut and ready for the four remaining quilts. Since I'm not thrilled with my first solo binding, I'm holding out until I can get some hands-on help from someone I trust. (More pictures here)
Thing is, I'm visiting Mom in May (Happy Birthday by the way!), and she's got quite the agenda planned for me. She's made a date for me with a long-arm quilter so that I can learn how to use the machine, and then set me up with three more days for on-my-own quilting. So between now and then, I want to get four more ready to go.
First is a scrappy nine-patch - I just need to piece the backing for this and it will be ready. I think it's a rescue quilt, as none of the fabrics seem to read "Hazel". It's a complete lap quilt, ready to go. It will probably be my first practice quilt for the long-arm.
Next up, 8 sampler blocks in cream and green. They just need sashing (purchased) and a back and they will be ready to turn into either a wall hanging or table runner. The backing will be part of the stash from Hazel as well.
Then, there is the (Tetris) Irish Chain. Three partial quilts, each with the same print, but different solid colors to compliment it. Not enough of any one for a full quilt, but with some juggling, perhaps I can get a decent size out of the three. I've picked up varying polka-dots in the complimentary colors for the backing. In my mind it's a happy thing.
And then finally, the churn dash. Le sigh. This one. This one seems so close to final assembly, and yet, the blocks are all of a different size. I've recently picked up some very cheap muslin that I think is similar to the muslin originally used in the blocks. If it is close enough, I will sash the blocks on two sides, and then cut them down to a consistent size. This one may not be finished when I fly up, but hopefully when I fly back home (fingers crossed).
Oh, and PS - when two 'coons fight on your front sidewalk in the middle of the night it sounds like a pair of screaming girlies. Just thought you'd want to know.
