"March 19, 1995: Greta took me to church. I talked to Nancy. I'll be staying in Lincoln from next Sunday -- the 26th -- until Palm Sunday. Merilyn will have surgery the 28th.
March 20, 1995: John and Helen took me to Pierce to Dr. Voss to have my prescription renewed. Sewed binding on Alicia's quilt.
March 21, 1995: Baked peanut butter and ice box cookies.
March 22, 1995: Sewed binding on Merilyn's quilt."
Now, I have not made a full-sized quilt ever. But I think I would probably want to take a beating before I was able to finish doing the binding. I am assuming Grandma is talking about hand-stitching the binding down as the final step in finishing a quilt. First, I am too picky and would fuss and stew over each and every stitch ("Should I go over to the right an extra millimeter, or is this okay?). Second, I don't do well doing any one thing for as long as that must take. Well, I guess that isn't true since I don't mind crocheting for long periods of time. But with crocheting you can see progress by just holding it up quickly. With a quilt, it just all looks the same, I imagine until suddenly, poof!, you are to where you started. I don't think the four corners would be progress enough to keep me going.
Enough about me and my quirks. Here's a photo of Mom undoubtedly smiling about her future daughter's borderline insanity.
Sewing the binding on a quilt most definitely IS NOT fun. I really dread it and have to set some goals ie: work for 30 minutes, get to the corner, or whatever gimmick I can dream up to get going.
ReplyDeleteI would probably need rewards that involved money or massive amounts of chocolate. I just can't imagine.
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