More Quilting

Another quilt is quilted. It’s not completely done yet, but I’ve just got to sew the binding on. After I wash it (and it gets delightfully crinkly), I’ll take pix of it. Until then, here’s the only view you’ll get:

That was after the first pass of quilting. My back was already hurting. This time, though, I put some music on so that I was able to sing for the HOURS AND HOURS of quilting that I had to “endure.” It was much more enjoyable than having the Investigation Discovery Channel on in the background. Especially since I think I’ve seen all of the cases. Speaking of which, hey Investigation Discovery Channel, I consider it cheating when you have the same crime case on several different shows. Paula Zahn should have to pick different stories than Blood, Lies and Alibis. WE ALREADY KNOW THE BOYFRIEND IS THE KILLER!!! Geez.

Oh, and I thought you guys would get a kick out of this little note that I have to leave for myself:

I hope the word “retard” doesn’t offend anyone. Actually, I kinda don’t care. (I’m talking to you, Sarah Palin). ANYWAY, I had to attach this note to the front of my sewing machine. Why? Because I bought a new presser foot that has an 1/4 inch edge which makes it easier to sew a perfect seam. The problem with it is that the default needle position is set for a 1/2 inch (I think - it’s definitely not 1/4 inch). “So what, retard” you say (see, you say retard too, so you can’t get offended). It means that when I sit down, turn my machine on and press on the pedal, the needle whips down and immediately shatters into pieces on the top of the presser foot. Said shattered pieces then fly directly toward my face as if they know it’s the one thing I’d like to preserve. The last time it happened, Ryan said that he was going to insist I wear goggles (okay, he really said my glasses) when I sew because I guess he doesn’t want a blind wife or something. I promised him that I’d be a handicapable blind person, but apparently that isn’t enough. So, we negotiated and he said that a reminder note on the sewing machine would be sufficient. I mean, really. If I had to remember to put my glasses on when I sewed, I would remember why and would move the needle position. It would be a non-issue. The note serves me much better.

Oh, and Ted. That cat is obsessed with anything crafty. He actually had his “hands” up on the table like he was about to sew, but of course I couldn’t move fast enough to catch that little bit of awesomeness on film.

Ralph has also gotten a little into the quilting. But I think it’s only because he doesn’t want Ted to get all the attention. I don’t know what it is about the fabric. They are both kinda crazy about it and this display isn’t uncommon.

Like I said, I’ll show you pix when it’s all done. Sadly, this quilt is a gift for someone and I’m showing it to “the world” before I give it to them. They’re not big blog readers, so I think I’m safe. But just in case, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!