Two Fridays ago I was all set to finally quilt my Seeing Stars quilt. It was all basted. The sewing machine turned on. I had a quilting plan. All I needed was a full bobbin of thread, which I proceeded to wind. The bobbin then declined to come off the bobbin winder.
Full stop. Oh well, the machine was due for its annual spa visit (also known as annual cleaning and check-up) so I brought it in for service. It came home this past Friday with a new bobbin winder (which apparently was not covered under warranty, which annoys me tremendously) and I started quilting on Friday night. Saturday I did a bit more. Saturday night I stomped upstairs in a stew, proclaiming I had turned the quilt into a lumpy, rumpled, distorted mess. My husband says I sounded ready to pitch the whole thing out the window.
Believe me, the quilt was not lying flat. Hill country would be a better description. The quilt top was perfectly flat on the design wall, and as I was basting, so why the hills now? The only thing I can come up with is that I might have stretched the backing in my efforts to make it smooth, and when I took it off the frame it relaxed and drew in and pulled in the top along with it. It wasn’t obvious to me the whole week it sat basted on my sewing table though.
Today I added some stitching in the ditch cutting through the domed bits, which helped flatten things a bit. There is still more puckering than I like, but now I can live with it. This is a picture of one of the better sections. I do still love those fabrics…
I am NOT taking close-ups of the wavering not-so-straight lines, or the ditch stitching that jumped out of the ditch, or the seam line that should be straight but got distorted somehow as I wrestled the quilt around.
I guess you can tell I’m still not very pleased, though really, I am much less disgruntled now than on the weekend. I’ve been alternating between two mantras as I quilted away today. First up, “Galloping horse, galloping horse…” You know, the horse from the “if you can’t see it from the back of a galloping horse, don’t worry about it” saying. Well, I don’t have a galloping horse to view the quit from, but I’m guessing the imperfections wouldn’t be glaring from that vantage point.
Mantra number two, a quote posted by Jasmine recently: “Perfect isn’t flawless. Perfect is finished.” As this quit top sat unquilted for 15 months, it’s past time for it to reach this kind of perfection! Almost there. I just have to finish quilting the borders. The first bit I quilted puckered up, of course. The bobbin incident should have tipped me off that this quilt wouldn’t be easy!
Galloping horse, perfect is finished, galloping horse, perfect is finished….I’m off to (hopefully) finish the quilting!