My weekend has consisted of basting, and starting to quilt the HSTs, and then there was spending most of Saturday escorting eight young ladies for a day out in Milton Keynes. The bright side of that is seven of those young ladies were quite happy not to be in my company for a good portion of the time there. All in all, it wasn't a bad day out at all - because I came home with the most spectacularly gorgeous dark purple hand bag. I think having to give up my sewing time for that bag was a trade off I can accept.
Today, thankfully, I got some sewing time in. Back in the early days of this blog I likened quilting a quilt on a
domestic machine to wrestling a walrus. My HST quilt is the largest
quilt I made (yet). Not big by the standards of many, but for me 6'
square is plenty big enough, especially when cramming it through the
limited harp space of my beloved Bernina 440QE (design fault Bernina - hint hint!). The new sewing desk is proving its worth already though. Because I have it pushed up flush against the wall and finally I can quilt without the quilt sliding off the other side of the dining room table I used to quilt on, and all the weight tugging viciously and sending my stitching even more awry than normal.
So my spare time over the next few days will be spent quilting row after row of straight lines, maybe with the ocassional corner. It's physical, and tiring, but strangely zen like in the repetitive motion of sewing those liines. I kind of like it, even if I feel rather achy after doing a few hours in a row.