My first foray into sewing was in 7th grade when I took Home Economics (which, sadly, isn't taught in many schools now--but that's a rant for another day). Between high pitched insults and rants about how much she hated kids, the teacher (name withheld to protect the guilty) at least taught us how to thread the machine and to always backtack at the ends of a stitch. After a semester of sewing C-grade items, I was glad to move on to something else...like 8th grade!
|On of my best diaper bags|
An area church's quilting club offered free beginner classes. Unfortunately, it was full of a bunch of seasoned quilters and me. The leader (I can't call her a teacher) conducted the "classes" as if everyone already knew what they were doing, which isn't beginner level at all. After several sessions of less sewing and more cussing under my breath, I left the class in utter disgust. But I still wanted to make a quilt. I read books, got advice from people at fabric shops and craft stores, watched videos, went through I don't know how much fabric, and wore out two old sewing machines (or was it 3?). But no matter how hard I tried, I never succeeded in sewing a decent quilt.
|School bus cuddle quilt|
So what was Auntie to do?
Right after Christmas, my desire to quilt started gnawing in my craw again, but I didn't feel like wasting more fabric and still not getting what I want. Then the thought hit me to work with what I had instead of mope. I didn't want to simply repeat past patterns, but to try to design my own, or at least gain some inspiration from "real" quilts and the stories behind them.
Quilt in a Day: Egg Money Quilts show. The basic pattern was already established, but certain crochet elements, like the lattice work between the squares, I had to figure out for myself. The finished product took about two months and was donated as a door prize for the Senior Citizen's dance.
So what's next?
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