Several months ago a friend and her sister wrote to ask if I could quilt a top for them. Their mother (now deceased) made it for the sister's son. I said I'd give it a try. I named a price that was agreeable. The top/batting/backing/binding arrived about six weeks ago. On Sunday I finally opened the box. My heart sank. It was large (90 x 90 or so). The blocks were large (16"). The fabrics were read-as-solid, including the backing. That meant that any quilting deficiencies would be very, very obvious. This was beyond my skill. I prayed and slept on the matter and had my decision. Yesterday morning I sent the quilt back to the sister. I wrote her that she will get far better results if a professional long-arm quilter does the work.
I took care of that
millstone obligation. I had a nagging need for a boost of confidence that I can machine quilt [especially when the front and back have busy prints]. So, twenty-four hours later, here is Dots and Dashes: quilted, bound, labeled!
The back is a bed sheet, one of my thrift shop bargains.
I have two quilts to make for Christmastime raffles. These 9"
Ohio Star blocks came from a swap a couple of years ago. High time to make them into something.
Fabric acquired in September: 26-1/2 (including a gift from my cousin whom we visited in Pennsylvania)
Fabric used in September: 39-7/8 (including a donation to a guild project)
Good for you! Sometimes the best thing is to say no, even after saying yes.
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