As with writing, every quilter has their own methods. Now, I’ve been writing for over seven years, so I know how I prefer to go about it; early morning for the actual writing, revising anytime but late at night, for by then I don’t have any useful brain cells remaining. But quilting, or piecing then quilting, well, that’s a work in progress, in the figuring out what makes me happiest. I do know that I like a clean sewing machine, which means under the needle plate. I mucked that out this morning, for yesterday I put the finishing touches on the Fat Quarters Quilt. Next time I complete a quilt, I’ll snap a picture of the Magnolia’s easily accessible innards, for it was a fuzz-fest. Now it’s tidy, ready for the next quilt in the queue.
But that’s the nuts and bolts of equipment. What I mean are the quirky touches that only I can bring to the sewing table. Music is a mainstay, mostly on the stereo when I’m piecing in the living room, then on my PC when quilting in the sewing grotto at my big table, as I did with the FQ Quilt. Which is due for another name change, for I’m not keeping it, bequeathing it to my eldest and her hubby (and Buttercup the basset, of course). It will be the Mijos Quilt, abbreviated Spanish for my children, but it has a personal significance for me, which if you’re interested you can read about here.
But still, I’m digressing, something I’m good at in real life. In quilt life, well, I’m still so wet behind the ears that other than copious tunes, and a clean machine, I don’t yet have a rhythm, although I also prefer a new needle for machine quilting. Fortunately needles aren’t too expensive, and perhaps as I go along, I’ll not be so fussy. (My sister doesn’t replace her needles until they break, which when our mom learned about that, Sis was immediately chastised to change that needle more frequently!) I do like a less-quilted quilt, which is going to be important for the next project, a big summer quilt for our bed. I’ll tie that baby, as it’s going to be queen-king bed appropriate, and I’m still sorting just exactly how and where I’ll do that tying.
Something for later, surely. Today I know music matters, and when in the living room, it’s the albums that rest against the cabinet upon which our turntable, amp, etc, sit. The Mijos Quilt was pieced to Ryan Adams, Endless Boogie, Linda Ronstadt, Miles Davis, and Cat Power. The quilting however was dependent upon R.E.M., Patsy Cline, Cracker, Josh Rouse, the Oscar Peterson Trio, The Cramps, and Josephine. What was nice about quilting near my computer was I didn’t have to get up to flip the record, just sew endlessly (and mostly) straight lines while songs filled the grotto.
Another presence hovered as I sewed that quilt, but that had little to do with music, more about what I’ve been reading during lunchtime. And as I consider that influence, I wonder how future quilts will be affected by outside matters. Especially quilts that I won’t keep, which will be most of them. I only need so many quilts.
Perhaps that seems like blasphemy, but our house is small, and we don’t live in the frozen tundra. However, last night was chilly, and the Mijos Quilt was getting a trial run. I thought it was fantastic, but will give it to those children in a few days. Until then, I’ll give it another go tonight, making 100% certain that it’s acceptable.
And maybe tonight, the SF Giants will win, making the evening not quite so dismal. I’d give my kingdom for an offensive onslaught….