First I want to say that having basted hexagon paper pieces with glue and thread, but not on the same hexie, I find thread basting just as expedient as glue, and so much easier to sew together! There’s more give in a thread-basted paper piece, so I’m not constantly nicking the edges of the paper. And I can sit on the sofa to thread baste, unlike standing at my sewing table to use glue. However, those glue-basted hexies won’t get lost in the shuffle; Little Miss, Miss Em, and their folks came to dinner tonight, and my nearly three-year-old grandgirl fell in LOVE with the glued hexies! Oh my goodness, she was totally head over heels for them, which made this abuela very happy. We made more hexies for her to take home, solid colours that her parents like; green and purple for dad and mum, and yellow for the nieta herself. I think she chose red for her little sis, I was just trying to glue fabric onto paper hexagons as fast as possible. I will see them on Wednesday, when a trip to the craft store will be in order for more paper pieces, and perhaps a wee bit of fabric too.
But this entry isn’t so much about paper piecing as it is traditional machine sewing, although this quilt for a chap due next month came together in a rather odd manner. I thought I wasn’t going to have time for it, but I did, yet it was a little tricky to design, but then suddenly I’m ready to start quilting it.
Funny how surprises enter the equation, and even when things seems ultra-tricky, a treasure emerges.
So on Friday morning, I woke with the notion that yes, I was going to make a baby quilt for a fellow I’ll call Tibby. Actually, his middle name is going to be Tiberius, and if you know your sci-fi, there’s only one Captain James T. Kirk which springs to mind, ahem. I’m actually not a Shatner fan, but as soon as I heard about Tiberius’ moniker, I knew the fabrics I wanted to employ for Tibby’s quilt. That was if I could find the time to make it.
As I said, Friday morning the time was NOW, um, okay…. This is what I inwardly call Quilting by the Spirit. There’s no sense in attempting any other work, just let my actions be guided by Hands far more aware than mine. And that’s what I did, gathering fabrics, then putting them on the quilt wall. I didn’t want to chop that galaxy into pieces, in fact the more I played around with it, I wondered if I could pull it off. The saving grace, and I mean literal grace, was that I KNEW it was going to work out. I had no idea HOW, other than to just keep faffing with those cottons. Eventually something was going to stick.
Maybe that’s why I had to start basting hexies with glue, just so Little Miss could nearly lose her ever-loving little mind over them, lol. Grace permeates the most innocuous part of life, even quilting. Or maybe especially quilting.
Certainly grace was in force this past weekend, as Tibby’s quilt came into being. By Friday night the top was done, flannel scraps chosen for the back. I did some writing Saturday morning, then in the afternoon sewed up the back, also cutting strips for the binding. That night I sewed together two large batting scraps, then watched the San Francisco Giants beat the Dodgers in like fourteen innings, oh my goodness. I went to bed, plans for basting in my head.
But not with glue or thread, just old fashioned safety pins; I started before we left for church, wrapping up this afternoon. Those binding strips are attached, but in need of pressing. However, a quilt sandwich now awaits my attention, when just days ago I wasn’t sure if this baby blanket would see the light of day. But for the Tibster, well, let’s just say I wanted to explore strange new worlds, boldly going where I’ve never gone before.
That’s part of Grace, trusting in the certainty as well as the goodness. It’s not easy, trust or faffing around while fabrics land correctly on the wall. But it’s such a feeling of comfort, knowing I can rely on grace, like snuggling under a quilt, or watching as my eldest granddaughter falls in love with simple hexagons. Hearing her say hexie was music to my ears, and how this will play into her life is just another thrill awaiting my attention. This is why, despite many inexplicable events that cast dark shadows, life is a precious blessing. Family and friends, paper hexagons, simple quilts, and walk-off home runs are meant to be celebrated as Grace winds its gorgeous loving way through it all. Then a post late on a Sunday night wraps it all together, my thankful heart in awe of such goodness. May this be a hexie-wonderful week for you too.