If dreaming about quilting were a seamstress qualification then, well, let’s just say that I would be well on my way. Binding has been a bit of a puzzle to me, especially since I am so stubborn that I have really wanted to try and figure it out on my own.
Every night, almost without fail, mixed in with the using and drinking dreams that usually accompany new sobriety, I find a dream or two about quilting. Specifically, binding.
Last night, believe it or not, I think I devised a way for my brain to wrap around the whole binding concept and am painfully close to pushing that mental connection into my physical reality.
Today I completed the backing for my sister Kaitlin’s quit:
And cut the excess batting.
I am using a one hundred percent polyester batting, which I originally got because I like the idea of it providing extra warmth in spite of my instinctual preference towards all natural materials. For some reason, I don’t think the extra warmth factor is going to be that big of a deal since Kaitlin lives in Texas. I have a mental image of her sweating under this thing cursing me.
I also found the polyester batting more difficult to work with than cotton. Being lighter, the drape of the quilt and overall feel is different. In the future cotton will be the way I go (and I quote Brandon, “I told you cotton was better”. ass )
I am going to take the rest of today to decide on the material I’ll use to bind this quilt with as well as the color of thread for the quilting. I’m leaning towards this one:
I think white thread would pop too hard against the gray, and gray would be too harsh against the delicateness the white in the backing exudes. My thoughts are that this light blue (color number 602 in Gütermann 100% Polyester) will be just light and/or dark enough to be okay against both and it is a great match to the patchwork. Any comments or ideas would be greatly appreciated!
BTW. An update on my finger:
It has been a real bitch trying to sew as it heals, but I had some help from a little Nail Hardener. When I cut my finger, it was through the bone and through my nail (basically cut it in half) so I have shellacked (much to the disgust and dismay of most people I share this with) my nail with several layers of said product and formed it back into one solid nail. I understand, on a certain level, the need for my finger to breathe, etc. etc. but my need for sewing is more! And it seems to be healing just fine, thankyouverymuch.
(left pointer finger)
***DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional manicurist, nor do I claim to be. I think my entire left arm is merely attached to me to provide balance and be esthetically pleasing as far as symmetry goes. I also never learned to draw inside the lines as a young child. I may actually be mildly retarded from all my fabric adhesive spray fumes… Can I squeeze another excuse in here for my atrocious nails? . Please don’t judge the paint job. Thanks!***