Last quilting post for a bit – Rick noted that my blog has veered from its original intent as more of a decorating, food, lifestyles type of blog to a craft blog. More lifestyle in the upcoming week – I promise.
Since I was on such a roll on Saturday I pulled out an old unfinished project that has been languishing in the closet since I lost interest in it last year. My niece gave me a selection of fabrics (I do believe they are from the Seaside Rose collection but I might be wrong) – I wanted to do a shabby chic kind of tabletopper with the fabric but as the quilt evolved it really ended up looking like a baby quilt.
I was halfway through machine quilting it when I just gave up. So this weekend I pulled it back out and decided to finish it. I’m machine quilting using a technique I like to call "quilting in the general vacinity of the ditch." I’ve also heard it referred to as "sweet flipping buddha what kind of hot mess is THAT!?" by others when they see my technique.
Sigh. It really is a testament to my earliest quilting attempts. I’m hoping that once I wash it a million time it will have kind of a vintage shabbiness to it and the miserable sloppiness of it will be forgiven.
My ironing board has been up and down all weekend long. I have a lovely laundry room but there just isn’t the space to leave it up permanently. The laundry room is also the passage between the house and garage and invariably Rick will fling open the garage door and crash into it.
Growing up ours was a permanent fixture in our garage. With a trunk full of my dad’s wrinkled dress shirts nearby. My mother wasn’t overly fond of ironing and found it easier to just go out and buy new shirts for him until he caught on. We always had a teeny stainless teapot (like you get at a diner when you ask for tea – they bring you hot water and a teabag) that we would use to fill up the steam resevoir.
I used to have a friend whose mother kept her freezer stuffed with ironing. She would take damp clothes out of the washer and freeze them until she was ready to do her ironing. I’ve never come across anyone else that has done that. She must not have known about the trunk method.










