My new quilt makes the best couch fort ever! I know this because after a dreadful Monday at the paycheck producing place, I returned home sodden and mud covered and ready to hide from the world for a little while when I took refuge from the previous 9 hours under the quilt on the couch. It was more like a tent and it was the best medicine I could have asked for at the time.
But I digress. This post is not about the healing power of a good blanket and the ability to just shut down. I love blankets and like Linus, I embrace the comfort of a good wrap. This missive is about how I, a very amateur quilter accomplished quilting a large (read twin size bed) quilt on my very own, in my small apartment with an heirloom sewing machine.
This quilt kit was a gift from my original quilting teacher and friend which now serves as a wonderful memory of the community that taught me to quilt. Due to the size of the project, I laid out all of the pieces while house sitting last summer and made up the top over time this winter. I knew that doing the actual quilting would be a challenge given my space and time constraints. When I found out that I was going to have the house to myself for a whole weekend, I knew that would be the optimal time to just get the project done.
I prepped for the big quilting weekend by stocking up on snack foods and fittingly, a bottle of bubbly. I was so organized for the big quilt binge that I even prepped a bunch of sushi that I could snack on for breaks throughout the weekend. Oh yeah, I was ready. When I got home that Friday night and locked the door behind myself, I was eager to put the week behind me and just get the quilting started. The worst part about the whole project was the preparation. Due to space constraints at home, I had to move a bunch of furniture in order to spread the fabric out and make a quilt sandwich. I was pinning the thing for hours on my hands and knees before I could even get ready to quilt. It is important to get the fabric and batting taut for a smooth quilt. Well, thank god I’m not a perfectionist because getting everything exact was not an option. Once I accepted this reality, I could happily begin plotting the actual quilting.
What our apartment lacks in size, it more than makes up for in abundant natural light, which is awesome to work by. Moving the kitchen table out a few feet into the middle of the space, I had the perfect sun strewn workstation. Come Saturday morning after a breakfast fit for a day of outdoor exertion, I was ready to begin the actual quilting. The sheer size of the blanket was intimidating as I tried to maneuver it into the regular sized machine, but I knew that over-analyzing the situation was just a glorified form of procrastination; I had to go for it and find my rhythm. Because the quilt is free-motion, I let the music I was listening to (a mix comprised of: 90% jazz, 5% Bjork and 5% Cajun) guide me. Once I got into it, the hours flew by punctuated only by snack and bathroom breaks. I was in the quilting zone.
I found that due to the size of the quilt, my method with the swirl pattern was the best option. And, as the quilt is very geometric, the pattern gives it a bit of softness and playfulness. I finished the quilt on Sunday around 3 and then because I still had some momentum, I was able to get the binding made and sewed on. By the time my companion arrived back home three days after he left, I had a new blanket almost (hand stitching aside) done.
Finishing this quilt all by myself makes me happy. It makes me confident in my ability to take on large projects despite the challenges (time, space, experience). This quilt is a bit lumpy and I really don’t care. When I need it, whether for warmth or because I just need a good hiding spot, I will not notice the small things that are not perfect. Instead, what I see are all of the stitches and I know that I made each and every one of them.