Overachiever

When I sat down last night after supper to start working on a new baby quilt for some friends expecting this fall, I fully expected to be showing you a chaotic shot of scraps today as a sign of my progress. Maybe even some cut piles. But as I sat and started sewing I suddenly realized.

I

Finished

All

The

Blocks.

Yes, I do realize "all the blocks" are 12 nine patches for a baby sized quilt. But I am still feeling pretty proud of myself in the baby quilt progress area.  And this is my first "scrap" quilt. I usually have this anal retentiveness in matching everything perfectly. But inspired by some flickr pics I decided to take a baby step out in my quilting and pull from the scrap boxes I keep, but only open to throw more in.  

I couldn't have done it without the dedicated help of my faithful companion.

So today, feeling pretty proud of myself, I went in search of some backing with the intention to maybe even get those blocks sashed together this weekend, finish the top, and get it basted. I couldn't find any backing fabric to meet my specifications. Does that mean I left the fabric store empty handed? You should know me better than that.

I found these.

And then as I was walking from the cutting table to the register. I couldn't resist these.

It's a sickness. Have I ever mentioned I literally burst the doors off my fabric closet?. True story. I'll have to tell you sometime.

I decided to pick it up a notch and actually invest in a free motion quilting foot. Turns out that letting your husband convince you to buy a fancy pants Husqvarna Viking Platinum 750 (I promise I had good reasons for leaving him) means that when you want to augment the capabilities of said machine it also costs an arm and a leg. Ugh. It has never ceased to aggravate me that with the money I dropped on this machine specified as quilting I still have to buy the damn free motion QUILTING foot separately.