I have ‘fond’ (those are air quotes) memories in the past of people pronouncing “I’m leaving!” in a huff, while taking a big pause at the metaphorical door (these are online communities we’re talking about here, so all doors are metaphorical) to see if anyone cried out “Noooo! Don’t leave us!”
I recognize that St. Patrick’s Day, the day of gluttonous boozahol-ing, is perhaps the wrong day to announce this, but I would like to make a proclamation to my friends: STOPHAVINGSEX. I know it’s fun and all, but Tenzing wants you to know that he can no longer churn out the baby quilts fast enough to keep up with my rapidly-multiplying set of friends, because you know what it’s driven us to do? Yep: take a longarm quilting class.
This is not a real update. This is a set of three photos carefully constructed as a plausible update.
This is the next-to-last night I’ll have to work on Das Blinkenlights, as I have a four-hour appointment with a longarm quilter on Saturday morning. Regardless of what the quilt thinks, she’s going under the needle on Saturday because Sheila is NOT getting any less pregnant by the day.
I have never before had to say, “I think I accidentally made a quilt top today.” A minor leg injury led to me wanting to stay home and stay off my leg, so what do I do? Pull out my giant bag of scrap fabric strips from equilter.
I’ve been fascinated by string quilts for a while, but lots of them look alike. I wanted to do something a little bit different. It occurred to me that the piles of fabric strips were the equivalent of crayons in a box … and off I went.
Current plan is to sash these blocks generously, and probably in white.
My quote from yesterday: “I think I accidentally made a quilt top today.” The short story: I did something to my right leg on Saturday - seems like a minor quadriceps strain - and since Jeff was out of state all weekend, I opted to stay home and stay off my leg to let it rest.
On Friday afternoon, Jacob introduced me to Penrose tilings, which were entirely new to me. I was completely fascinated, running off in a multitude of directions to learn about things like ‘aperiodic tilings’ and tile patterns in Islamic architecture, and by Saturday I was hooked.