Spending time quilting is a great joy. When I get to I relish each and every moment, particularly when I get lost in the stitching and lose track of what’s going on around me. It’s freeing, meditative, relaxing and joyous all in the same moment.
Quilting wasn’t always that way. It was downright painful and hard. Sometimes things would be so awful that I’d knock my head on the front of the sewing machine or leave the room in sheer frustration. The tension was off the stitches were uneven, ranging from so tiny that no seam ripper ever invented would ever fit to toe catcher size. Pigtails formed on the back of the quilt as I’d stitch in one place for just a wee bit too long. I didn’t know how to fix it, any of it. It didn’t help that the common practice was floor it.
Eventually, with the help of friends, a class and sitting at the machine and spending time stitching the quilting improved. I quilted all kinds of fabrics. I started using better quality thread, the quilting improved.
I sat at the machine and stitched, the quilting improved.
The more I parked my behind at the machine and quilted the more I enjoyed what was happening, even when the seam ripper made an appearance.
I still carry around the first tote bag I ever machine quilted and made to carry my hand quilting. Comparatively speaking the quilting then and the quilting now are worlds apart. However I can see a huge difference between then and now. Seeing that difference will come over time and spending the time at the machine, experimenting.
Wednesday evening I’m speaking at the Eastern Long Island Quilt Guild. I’d love to see you there.