Recently, I've been able to admit that Patience is a virtue I do not possess. And yet, delusion-ally, I've been thinking about quilting. The reasons for this are threefold:
I have a lot of scraps. A LOT. The most precious of which are housed in Ruggy's grandmother's pink Samsonite train case.
(This is fitting, as we also have eleven quilts made by that pink lady's mother, safely stored at Mama Ruggy's. And when I say safely stored, I mean she would not let us bring them home with us when she realized I didn't have the proper understanding of the value of great grandmother's quilts.
Weeeelllllll, to be fair, she was right, I was going to use them for ACTUAL BLANKETS THAT PEOPLE COULD SLEEP UNDER but now I get it, they're heirloom and couldn't really take that kind of handling. It would be like wearing a vintage cocktail dress as a bath robe.
That sounds kind of awesome actually.)
I know I haven't done my roundup of my beloved Pfaff yet, and I swear I plan to. I do wonder about having enough space below the presser foot for multiple bulky layers-- do newer Pfaffs have more real estate there? But, can I give a ear splitting SCREAM OUT for the IDT system? It just works. I've quilted three jackets so far (only one has made it to the blog, more to come). No slippage, no bubbling, no worries. It could make quilting a joy.
(I hope I have not jinxed myself there.)
3. RAGING ALL ENCOMPASSING JEALOUSY
Along with the discovery of my complete lack of Patience, I have also recently been able to admit that Jealousy is a High Octane Fuel for me. I see what you have; I love it; I want it; I cannot stand that I don't have it too. This is a healthy sort of vibe, don't get me wrong, because I also Greatly Admire What You Did. (There's a word for it in Italian, it's akin to twisting a knife in your side whilst genuinely complimenting your friend. Anyone know this word?)
This rainbow hued quilt, modeled above by one Princess Leah (whom I didn't spend nearly enough time with in LA--epic fail, as LA through her eyes is a wonderland), is one such item of Jealousy. In fact, the instagrammed sight of Leah's progress last September was what got my brain hooked into this desire in the first place.
Got an opinion on quilting? Will someone with my absence of patience be able to handle this?