As soon as I stitched my first stitch early last spring, I knew my ultimate goal was to make a quilt. Sure, tote bags, pot holders, pillows, etc. are fun and beautiful and can really spruce up your space, but I wanted to make things that would be handed down through generations.
The first quilt I made turned out beautiful, even though most of the squares don’t line up, and the backing is not nearly tight enough (which you can’t really tell, because I tied it instead of quilting it). The second quilt I made was intended to be a gift. I don’t have any pictures of it, but it was gorgeous and very precise. It was also very heavy, and some weird things started happening when I quilted it. I finished it, but just barely. It was a pain. And then, mere hours after I’d finished that beast of a project, I ruined it in the washing machine. Despite pre-washing the fabric, the colors bled and the whole thing turned a washed-out, ugly, dirty, sepia color. I have it on my bed now, because it still embodies all of my hard work, my blood, sweat, and tears. It’s a reminder to use caution at all steps of a project, and not to get lazy and not check to see what water temperature the washing machine is set to.
This morning I finished my third, and most lovely quilt. It’s smaller—about 60 inches by 70 inches—and I used a lighter, polyester batting. It was still a pain to maneuver, but so much easier. I still made plenty of mistakes, but they are “marks of the artist,” not embarrassing flaws.
I used a well-worn flat sheet for the backing, so it is super soft and perfect for snuggling under while reading with a cup of tea. The batting is low enough that I think it will be the perfect weight for winter or summer, when you just need to warm up a little.
I love this quilt. I love the simple, 90- and 45-degree angles of the piecing and the quilting, and how well they work with the busy-ness of the fabric.
This is the first quilt I’ve made that I’d feel comfortable selling because of how well it’s made. Naturally, that makes me want to hang on to it. I think I will for a little while.
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In other news, I am on day 5 of my own personal Primal Challenge. To date I’ve had no grains, though I slipped and had some refined sugar. (A can of sweetened condensed milk was the only dairy we had in the house, and I needed it for my coffee. You don’t know me—I NEED something milky with my morning coffee, and I NEED my morning coffee.) I’ve been pushing harder in my workouts and resting more during the day. I’ve slowed my walks with the dogs down, and we (well, they) sniff and gather information about our surroundings more. The best part is, after battling insomnia for weeks, I’ve started sleeping much better. My skin has also started to clear up and balance itself out.
Today’s log:
Breakfast: Cup of whole, grass-fed milk with 2 scoops Prograde
Lunch: Black bean and vegetable soup
Dinner: Spaghetti squash with red sauce
Workout: Rest day
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