Two days. Two minds. Two quilts.

Dear friends,

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Guess what I did last weekend?

You got it! I quilted.

Two days, two quilts.

Before you tell me I’m obsessed, I already know that.  What I didn’t know is just how virulent my particular strain of quilt fever is. It’s like I can’t sew fast enough to quench my insatiable patchwork appetite.

I spent 12 straight hours on Saturday constructing a new applique quilt of my own design. (I can’t tell you about that one until after it arrives at the surprise recipient’s door.) By bedtime, I was bone tired and bleary eyed by what Mr. Mom called “Joan’s Sweat Shop” set up on my dining room table.  Sunday morning I woke and vowed to rest, but I stumbled across this photo while drinking my coffee and by 9:00 am, I was off to the races again.

It seemed like the perfect design to make for an upcoming gift occasion, but I’ve learned just enough in my 60-day patchwork odyssey to be leery of quilts that look simple. So I gathered up my scraps and — in a rare moment of enlightenment — decided to make a test quilt.

First I read the directions. When they didn’t make sense to me, all enlightenment disappeared and I thought “Oh, how hard can it be?”  I promptly made up my own rules because if it works in my head . . .

Well, you’ve heard the same song (first verse) from me before so you can surmise my made-up rules didn’t work. And while I was bemoaning this fact out loud, Mr. Mom took one look at my cutting board and said “Of course that won’t work.” Then he spontaneously proceeded to demonstrate for me exactly how to do it as if he were a master pattern-maker.

Sometimes you hate a smart man, sometimes you love him. On Sunday, his instructions not only made sense, they worked perfectly and I have to say I was smitten.

(Did I ever tell you that he got me through two graduate-level statistics courses where my tutor failed, despite the fact that he never took a single statistics course? The man has a powerful and intuitive understanding of math and geometry, which thank God, because somebody in our house needs those skills and it sure isn’t me and the kids.)

AND . . . when I finished stitching and I moaned about how caterwompass this quilt was, he demonstrated the precise measuring and cutting techniques to square it up. My apologies to Audrey and Tucker and Surprise Recipient #3 for their off-kilter quilts. It’s all Mr. Mom’s fault and I don’t know why he waited until now to share his knowledge.

Anyhow — here’s how my “test quilt” turned out in full:

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I absolutely love the “waves” of pattern and I can’t wait to select the fabric for my gift quilt. AFTER next weekend.

For now, I’m basking in the glow of one exceptionally productive weekend, an unusually talented partner, and the stamina to sew like Norma Rae.

With gratitude {for team efforts},

Joan, who’s contemplating founding a chapter of the International Ladies Garment Workers Union in her dining room because maybe she needs a couple of weeks of lazing around eating buttered crackers on the sofa

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Comments

  1. Is it my imagination or are fabric patterns and prints just getting cuter all the time? Maybe it is because your quilting skills are showing them off to best advantage. This is a hilarious description of a woman becoming slightly obsessed. Years from now (perhaps after you’ve released your third “year of quilts” calendar) we’ll come back to these posts to recall “how it all began”…

    So typical of you to be making surprise gift quilts rather than simply sewing to meet your own needs. Apparently every bone in your body is a generous one, lady. Sew on!

  2. Every impulsive quilter needs a geometry savant under the roof. Your latest creation is like a Morris Louis painting.

  3. M’del — Mr. Mom will be pleased you labeled him a geometry savant. Who knew when I met him (and he was putting his skills to use to win billiards games) that he’d someday save my quilt?

  4. I have quilt envy. They are so lovely! You’re doing some beautiful work.
    I am terrible at math and having to measure or the like gives me brain pain. 🙂

  5. Oh Sizz — if you only knew how bad I am at math! And when Mr. Mom was teaching me how to square the quilt up, I had to ask which hash mark on the tape measure was the correct one for 7/8ths. Thank goodness I do other things well.

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