Since returning home, a new project has emerged, while others simmer on the back burners. I came back with remnants of curtain cottons, and the desire to use them. Fortunately, my husband was amiable, so off to the fabric store I went, bringing home a few yards of brightly coloured quilting textiles to bolster the mix.
Now, it wasn’t that I needed more to sew; the Former Roomie quilt is screaming at the top of its lungs, while the Birthday Quilt quietly hums in the closet, not to mention Scrappy’s Big Sister, loitering on the quilt wall. Now I fully understand how established quilters end up with several projects going at once, sort of how I used to balance more than a few novels all at the same time.
And speaking of novels, I’ve reached chapter (ahem) 72 out of 75 in The Hawk, which means that soon enough I’ll start reading it again, this time with revisions taking place. And yes, I will definitely squeeze that noveling work into the schedule (sorry quilts!), because I don’t want that book to fall away, lost in a pile of cotton scraps.
But in the meantime, there are quilts, and the latest to muscle its way onto the scene is what I’m calling the Pre-Washed comforter. This is the first time I’ve used pre-washed fabrics in a quilt, and the only difference I’ve noticed, since starting to piece rows, is that the fabrics aren’t as slick as unwashed cottons. They feel thicker, but not as when starch is used. In fact, while a can of starch sits on my table, I didn’t employ it in this venture. I’m not sure if I like starch, I mean, it makes thin fabrics not so malleable, but it also makes fabric feel… Weird. Or maybe it’s me. Anyway, for now the starch is just taking up space on the table, which currently is at a premium.
I’ve got the Former Roomie quilt battling with another stack of similarly bright floral patterns, both locked in a fight for supremacy, while the Rag Quilt stack is waiting for me to cut to size the remnants of the Pre-Washed leftovers. I was going to cut them the same 6″ squares as the Rag Quilt, but uh, I sorta forgot, and cut them 6.5″. Where my mind is, I’m not exactly sure. Probably in the state of my sewing table, which is right here in this room, but sometimes it feels miles away.
When I’m piecing quilts, I’m in another place, much like when I write novels. The only difference? Well so far, there seems to be no starch in my books anywhere.
Although, maybe there won’t be all that much starch in my quilting efforts either…