Defeated by invisible thread

Isn't it just the thing? When Craftsy was selling a 3Sisters fabric and pattern from Moda Christmas one, I knew I had to make that one. So cute!

Fastward to a week ago...I could not decide which thread to use in the quilting. Aha. Let's use invisible thread. Blends with everything. 

Argh. Monster machine had trouble with tension again  after quilting along one side and most of the top. Do you know hard it is to rip out that stuff? Thank goodness I could use my rotary cutter to sever the threads from the back but it took about three hours to undo 30 minutes of quilting. Then about an hour to get all the invisible threads out of the front of it.

 Loving the off white COTTON thread that blends with the fabrics. Tension is lovely and so much easier to correct mistakes.

Update on kitchen: Designer coming out today to measure and lend some advise.  That should be interesting.

Starting to do some serious packing for my trip tomorrow. I feel bad that hubs will be here by himself while I go off adventuring. He says he would rather stay home than go hang out at the show.I get it. Told him that I would rather be eaten by wild dogs than go to Dayton for the hamfest.

Happy creating, ya'll!

Wordless Wednesday

Guess where I was.

FacePalm

Don't you just love that phrase? It completely sums up my life lately.

I managed to lose my driver's licence. How you ask? Well, I NEVER take it out of my wallet. Ever. I had to take it out to show the nice people when I wanted to vote. I remember looking at it and thinking, "Wow, I have to get this renewed next year," and shoved it back in my purse. Didn't stick it back in its slot in my wallet. Just tossed it in because I was so eager to go vote.

Time passes.

I open my wallet yesterday and have an egads moment. My credit card and dl are missing. What?!?! So I found the credit card in the back pocket of my jeans where I stuck it when we gassed the car on Saturday. I could not begin to recall why I would have taken the card with the nifty picture out for. So I go on a treasure hunt. No good. Still can't remember why I would have taken it out. Did someone steal it? Nah. Ding! The light goes off as I am climbing into bed. Yeah...the voting people. Needless to say, looked in every handbag and every pair of pants and even stood on my head in the backseat of the car hoping that it would be somewhere. Nope. It has vanished off the face of the planet. So off I toddle  to the lovely DPS place, sans dl mind you. Fifteen minutes later I emerge from the place with two 8.5 x 11 pieces of paper that say I can drive ( hush kids) and off I go.

Lost my licence...face palm...

 Quilting news: Didn't get much done on the nutjob project I started. It is insane. The blocks are basically 6x6. I decided to make 150 of them in case I ddin't like all of them. They are foundation pieced using my scraps. It will be interesting but still...nutjob. Here is a few of the ones that are the farthest along

At least it matches the vision I have in my head. I am just impatient to get them done.

Taking a Craftsy class on designing modern quilts with Weeks Ringle. She gave a lecture I went to in Houston and got the chance to talk to her. Really liking the class.

Laters!

Susie Q

Beginning

Welcome to Susie Q Quilts!

Where to begin...

At the beginning, of course.

The whole quilting and patchwork thing didn't make sense to me. Why in God's green earth would you take perfectly good fabric and cut it up into little bits and sew it back together? I would occasionally watch Eleanor Burns (did she really just throw that on the floor?) and just not get it. There were a few other shows on PBS about quilting and, although I loved to sew, the quilting ones continued to mystify me. Even Nancy Zeeman's forees into patchwork and quilting just didn't do it for me.

Then 911 happened.

It shook my world. I was scared and afraid. What could they do next? I thought the world was ending. Really. My airline took a huge hit and the world that I always thought was safe and stable suddenly wasn't. I found myself searching for comfort in an uncomfortable world.

Along came quilting.

I loved to sew and I recalled how much comfort I got from so old quilts that my father's aunts had made. The quilts themselves were long gone but the memory of how happy they made me remained. The memory of how they seems to make every sore throat better, every upset tummy soothed.  How that soft yumminess felt and how the colors fed the eyes. Soothed. That was what I was looking for.

So I bought a book and bough some fabric and just started. Nobody told me that you had to go to classes. Besides I had been perfectly capable of teaching myself other things so why not this? There is no technique I won't try, no idea I won't pursue, and if you ask my husband, no fabric I won't buy! I get so tickled when I talk to other quilters and tell them, "No, I've never taken a class." You have to take a class? You have to have a pattern? Why wait...just do it!

Below is a picture of my first little project ( I almost always call them projects instead of quilts because then everyone thinks they are those bed sized monstrosities)

The book said that it was four blocks with the plain one in the middle. So I thought what if... and added more blocks. Rebel that I am.

So that was the beginning.

More later,

Susie Q