Mom gave me a sewing machine of my own for Christmas in 2015, so of course I was busy making simple baby blankets, burp rags, pillow cases, hot pads and all kinds of fun little (easy!) projects. A friend asked me to attend a couple quilting classes at JoAnn Fabrics, so we arrived with our little package of class materials, sewing machines, and no idea what we were doing. The instructor was fantastic and helped us through our first project - a table runner. Exciting stuff. We moved on to an insulated wine carrier (heeeeyyy...right up my alley) and I started feeling like maybe I kinda sorta knew what I was doing.
In October of last year, I took the plunge. I found a tutorial for a Penny Patch Quilt along on a blog and went to town on my first quilt! I had ordered some fun material from an Esty shop and was excited to spend a week making a homemade quilt.
Two months later, it was done. What. Why didn't anyone tell me quilts are hard?
Frustration with the long process aside, I had already been bit by the quilting bug. There was no turning back.
I made a pretty purple and pink quilt with minky backing for my Mom for Christmas - she loves the soft things.
I was in a rush to get it to her by Christmas Day, so of course I didn't snag a photo of the finished quilt. Whoops. I did, however, learn the fantastic art of chain piecing.
My newest niece was scheduled to arrive in January, so a Disappearing Four Patch was sent to welcome her.
Stay tuned for...the rest of the {quilting} story.
I miss Paul Harvey.
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