No spoilers here as I’m several months behind the clue schedule on this one, so this has already been revealed.
Finally got the 2019 Cotton Cuts Puzzle Mystery quilt top pieced! It took longer than it should have because, well, I’m me. And I do stupid things. Even when I’m screaming at myself, “Don’t do it! Don’t do it!” I still do it and live to regret it.
I finished piecing the center top and thought, “I’m done!” I knew there was a collection of fabric that had come with the last clue but somehow had it in my head it was backing and binding.
Nope. There were two more borders to be done.
The first border went along quickly enough—just strips of fabric. But I somehow totally got in my own head on the last border that had cornerstones. I’ve done them before, I know how to do them I didn’t have a problem with them. But this time on the third side (first cornerstone), I cut the strip too short. So I had to add a piece back in to get the cornerstone to match. Nope. Measured wrong. Seam ripper back out, cut a new piece, got it right.
For the last border I started doing the measuring thing and it didn’t seem to be coming out right so I finally cut to the chase, hung the quilt and border back up on my design wall, matched out where that cornerstone had to hit, drew a line with a pencil, added a quarter inch and hacked off the rest. Problem solved. Who needs to measure?
Anyway. Done.
Nope, don’t love it. It’s just not my style. Too pastel, I think. I’ve seen 30s fabrics quilts before that, even though they weren’t my style, I liked. Can’t like this one, so I think it’s the pastel. Still, someone in my life will likely enjoy it—someday. Once it’s fully done I’ll put it on a closet shelf until a gift-giving opportunity offers itself.
(With thanks to my old quilt hanger who is back to living with us during her isolation, although she’s gotten word she needs to be back in the office full time again starting the first week of June, so she moves back into her apartment next weekend. We’ll miss her, and her cats!)
I’m trying to decide what project I’ll work on tomorrow. I do need to get bindings on the baby quilt but that won’t take that long, and I’m hoping to have some more extensive sewing time, so I thinking about what will feel like fun. So stay tuned.
Meanwhile, I baked bread again. I did sandwich bread again—did that several weeks ago. Loved the flavor and the bake, but I made two loaves and they were small. This time I decided the recipe really only made one loaf, and ended up with something much more the size of what I recalled from my childhood. Yum.
Finally knocked out one of the many bags of flour I found when cleaning my pantry a few weeks ago. I now have a bag of self-rising flour to work through, so cinnamon rolls are on the menu for tomorrow morning. Memorial Day seems fitting for a special breakfast.