… you finish a quilt and you can’t quite believe it’s actually done!
That very thing happened to me today.
I put the final stitch in a quilt that has been on the go for at least a dozen years. Yep, you read that right, 12 years! So long ago in fact that I can’t even remember how the blocks were constructed! How bad is that?!
The funny part is, the technique for making the blocks was called ‘mile-a-minute’ … let’s think about that for a moment. There are approximately 1,440 minutes in a day, 525,600 minutes in a year and it has taken me 12 years to complete the quilt , so by my reckoning this quilt should measure around 6,307,200 miles!! 🙂
In my defense, it is entirely hand quilted except for the final border which I stitched on the machine.
I learned a thing or two during the making of this quilt.
For instance, I have learned that my choice in fabrics has changed A LOT in the last 12 years, which isn’t that surprising really given the huge array of fresh modern fabrics around these days. I could spend all of my wages on fabric, seriously … if only I didn’t have to feed my family and pay the bills! Darn, there’s always a catch!
I also learned that ‘scrappy’ borders are stretchy little suckers and need careful handling otherwise your quilt WILL end up with somewhat wiggly edges.
I learned that if you leave a quilt-in-progress in a heap on the floor of your workroom, it is highly likely that your pet dog will use it to sleep on. The same pet dog may also piddle on it, causing you to have to dunk it in the bath tub (the quilt, not the dog). And, because you used a water erasable marker … yep, you guessed it … all your quilt lines will disappear!
Ironically, if you then re-mark the quilt lines and store your unfinished quilt in a cupboard for years on end the marks won’t come out completely, no matter how many times you wash it (true story).
But you know, for all it’s imperfections, I have also learned to love this quilt. It may not have my favourite colours in it; it may not be my favourite design and my stitching may not be as neat as I would like, but we’ve spent quite a bit of time together already, this quilt and I, and we have come to accept that neither one of us is perfect.
And I am OK with that.