Sewing this project has been a lot like writing The Hawk; both have required faith and perseverance, while the sense of fulfillment waits for when each is finished. Today I completed this quilt top, and while much remains for it to turn into a quilt, I had to write a bit about why it means so much. And that as behind the scenes a novel is produced, how similar these processes are.
When sewing, it’s a matter of making sure pieces fit together. Yesterday I fashioned the bottom row, big squares of fabrics used in this quilt, then edged with a sash of Kona Sprout. I attached that section this afternoon, then photographed most of it after getting laundry off the clothesline. About a foot of the quilt hangs out of sight; it’s a large piece, measuring about 80″ long, 76″ across at this stage.
I’d been toying with the notion of adding sashes along the perimeter, sort of tying up the whole kit’n’kaboodle. A little math led me to believe I had enough fabric left to do just that, so I spent the rest of the afternoon cutting strips, sewing them together, ironing flat the seams, then pinning those long pieces to the sides, top, and bottom. Lots of minutes were spent at my ironing board, during which time I listened to a most apropos band, called Quilt.
My fave tune currently is “Cowboys in the Void”. This is from their 2011 album, also called Quilt. My husband introduced me to this Boston band, and along with some Mozart, I had plenty of good music to keep me in the mood.
By a quarter after five, I pressed the last seams, then started some dinner for my hubby. After we ate, he and our son held up the quilt top in the backyard so I could snap some pictures. I hung it back on the line, then draped it over the sofa, while my husband watched the Golden State Warriors and Oklahoma City Thunder. Now I’ll take a few days to ponder this quilt, The Hawk, and various other matters. Next week I’ll make the back, then we’ll see how and where I baste this sucker.
It’s now a vast 85″ X 81″, and I’ll spend the summer hand-quilting it. I wanted a blanket that I could wrap around myself, maybe one that the nietos will make forts with, or snuggle with me under its vibrant quilty goodness.
And best of all, its story is only beginning. Once it’s perched over the back of the sofa, then the tales truly begin.
For now it’s folded on my sewing table, much like The Hawk is percolating in my gray matter. About two parts remain for me to write, just a matter of knowing when the time is correct that the words will return.
For now, have a listen to “Cowboys in the Void” while I head into the living room, basketball and baseball on tap….