Some people get bitten by the quilting bug; I came down with a quilting virus, which lay dormant in my system for years, flaring up occasionally, but never overcoming my garment-sewing resistance. I had enough quilting projects to justify a tag, but I didn't call myself a quilter.
No more! Just as viruses awaken when resistance is low, so my quilting virus awoke as I lost motivation to sew other things. Since June 2020, I have been happily working at a job which requires me to wear boring clothes. What's the fun in spending my days-off sewing a silk dress or pair of jodpurs, only to deck myself in polyester matte jersey pants and a tee shirt for my work week? If I never get to wear the fun stuff, why sew it? But quilts are useful always, and make great gifts...
Once I settle on an arrangement of blocks, I sew them together into strips, and then into the quilt top. Then it's time for the borders; Rosanne offers some lavender cotton from her stash. Meanwhile, Pretty Kitty takes her role as quilt inspector very seriously.
When it's all pieced, it's time to quilt it. I have a few options here:
Quilting, dressmaking, and history plied with the needle...
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