My mom is very crafty. She’s extremely creative, which feels like a complete understatement. She’s amazing. She has been, in a variety of different ways, trying to get me to make a quilt. Its been going in one ear and out the other. Been there. Done that. Not doing it right now!
Then she started pulling out fabric. Asking for my advice. Oh she’s clever. She knew once I looked, felt, and started creating, it was just a matter of time. She was right, yet again. I couldn’t help it. She had some pretty awesome fabric.
I picked my fabric. I cut. I pinned. I stitched. I ripped out stitches. I stitched. I ripped out stitches. I got pissed. I took a trip to Ross to purchase a sheet set (much cheaper for a backing than purchasing fabric). I got happy. I bought the batting. I puzzle fit the sheet and batting to fit my king size quilt. I pinned together. I sewed. I banned. And FINALLY, I slept under it last night. The binding is pretty sweet. I took a bunch of different fabrics and sewed them together randomly. I wish I had thought of that sooner; I could have planned on a thicker binding. Arrggghhhh…next time. All in all, I really had fun. That’s probably because I used bonded cotton batting. That’s the good stuff.
So onto my next sewing adventure. I really need a new bag and am starting that tonight. Oh, I’ve got the sewing bug and it’s sure to last.