
I hate cautionary tales, but this quilt is certainly one of them. I mean, it wasn’t meant to be — I just wanted a clean-lined easy-to-stitch quilt, with a bit of impact, but then I decided to quilt it with the new Insight Table on my Handiquilter Sweet Sixteen.

That new mechanism — two sensors embedded in the table determine the stitch length — really helped in some places. My stitches in long runs were nice and even.

But in one area where I was trying a close serpentine pattern, the machine’s stitching would be perfect on the straight runs, but when I needed to slow down to make the turn to the next run, the sensors thought I wasn’t quilting, so I’d get big globby stitches on the ends. (No, I am not showing you.)
I called the Tech people (one company where you can still reach a human — hooray!) but then they switched me to some rando “education person” who then drilled me on the basics of a machine I’ve been using for several years. It made me wonder: do I sound like an idiot? Hmmmm.

I should have just stiched-in-the ditch on all the parts, but noooooo, I wanted a fancy design of budding leaves on this log cabin block. I like the design enough but where I would have been able to travel atop stitching lines before, and because I picked a high-contrast thread that showed every mistake (maybe I am an idiot), I ended up burying about a zillion threads. Waaaah. I like how the back looks (below) and I generally like the quilt, but I ended up unpicking the entire center section and redoing it in a thread that settled into the color that was there.


For those who don’t know, this quilt is a riff on the Log Cabin block (and is quilt number 288).

Often I remember to take a photo of the date I started cutting. And…often I don’t, but here’s this quilt’s date marker. I’d spend many hours on the designing of this, so it’s not the most *accurate* start date, but close-enough.

Trying out designs. Christine Perrigo opened up my eyes to breaking out of the obvious quilting routines; she passed away this year, and it’s incredibly sad the world has lost a quilting pioneer. Two, actually, for Ruth McDowell also passed away. As the regular readers know, for me — this past two years — death has been “inescapable,” as my sister described it. I am trying to learn how to fold it into the fabric of my life, instead of confronting it as it flattens me like a ribbon in its wake. I certainly miss the baby shower stage of life, and the bridal shower stage of life. Another friend died recently, and I was able to sit through the entire funeral this time. (Progress?)



Back to the machine: maybe that’s why I picked out all those stitches, because getting a better stitch path was certainly the most do-able thing I could focus on, but in the end, I won’t be entering this in any quilt shows.
Truths:
Not every quilt hits the mark.
Not every quilter has a great day.
It’s still a great quilt, and after the complicated New York Beauties, it feels like a sort of palate cleanser, readying me for what’s up next: more quilting.
Joy Harjo gave me something to think about in her poem, “For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet:”
“Watch your mind. Without training it might run away and
leave your heart for the immense human feast set by the
thieves of time.
“Do not hold regrets.”

No regrets. Just keep going forward.


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