Thinking of Wilbur
Do I really need to write any more? Surely you are way ahead of me on this post.
When I saw all of the bee blocks for Pat lined up on the table, I was smitten. Her brights on white were striking!
Now, here's where my smittenness impacted my thought process. I didn't think I wanted to make a 12" block spiderweb quilt because I thought it would be a lot of work and I didn't have a plan for it. But I thought I wanted to try it. So I ordered the miniature version template and foundation papers.
Charlotte would throw up her hands (all eight of them) in incredulosity.
I used scraps from my previous quilt. I didn't cut into any "real" fabric other than for the center kites. I stitched and pressed and stitched and pressed. And enjoyed what I was doing. I put the blocks up on the wall so that Himself could see how the webs formed and so I could admire my own progress. It took a while.
I made thirty-six blocks. Enough for a 36" square baby quilt. With more pieces than any even semi-sane person would consider counting.
And then I began peeling off the paper from the back. And have nearly lost my mind in the process. Thirty-six itsy-bitsy blocks (you know, webs for the itsy-bitsy spider?). With minuscule sections of paper.
My particular quilting coterie is fond of saying about regular paper-piecing, "I'd rather give a cat a bath than do that."
I feel like a professional cat coiffeuse.
I've been working at it for three nights, using the seam ripper to score the lines and the tweezers to pull out the microscopic nubbins of paper.
All of this for a baby quilt.
I already have one quilt named "What Was I Thinking?"
This one, I think, will be called "Some Pig."