These are words I NEVER thought I would hear myself say, since I dislike sewing. But I really don't mind these days because this 6500 is such a pleasure. Thank you, Pam. This weekend I made a baby quilt for one of my daughter Jessica's oldest and best friends. A baby quilt? Yep. I was just in the mood. It's called art avoidance. Here I am tonight, putting on the binding. With mitered corners. Binding? Mitered corners? Do you believe it?
These are string blocks that I pieced on newspaper - the old fashioned way. Because they are sewn on the bias but not cut on the bias, it was very difficult to get them to lie flat. But I think I've managed. Sewing on bindings is work for people who watch tv - but I read, so I am not sure how I am going to do this. Offhand, I don't have any doctors' offices to sit in, either. I used to knit and read at the same time, but it's different - you don't have to look at your knitting. At any rate, here is the quilt with the binding sewn on one side and pinned, waiting for hand sewing on the other side. I prefer that people use my baby quilts as mats on the floor to put the baby down on. That way, the kid can be stimulated by all the color and pattern and movement. There should be nothing precious about these things - they need to be USED.
Tomorrow I will sew the binding and - oooh - embroider the baby's name with the amazing capability of this Janome. My life must be pretty dull for me to get excited about THIS.