Every day I spend time in the sewing room . . most days it’s sitting and knitting with Boots but on the rare occasions when I sit and sew, I keep asking myself . . why don’t you want to do this any more? Maybe it’s because my sewing room has become a dumping ground. The big, heavy sofa is now in the sewing room. The big, heavy work bench I bought to use in MO, when my sewing room didn’t have room for my big cutting table . . it’s now in here AND the big cutting table is in here. The breakfast room table and 4 chairs have ended up in here. And that’s just the extra furniture! The canned food is supposed to go in the closet but Boots runs in the closet and gets on the highest shelf and comes down when he’s ready . . so the jars of food have been stacked on the floor. Plain and simple .. it’s a mess!
I decided to work on getting rid of the things I can get rid of . . like finishing quilts and giving them to whomever wants them. I got Addie’s little quilt done and will take that to her on my next trip.
Next was these quilts that still have me wondering what I was thinking.
My sewing pretty much is plain jane patchwork quilting. I sometimes plan to make clothes for Addie or various bags but I never make anything but plain quilts. But, in 2010, I went to a quilt retreat in Shipshewana, IN and someone must have twisted my arm or there may have been wine involved but I bought kits to make heavy, fuzzy quilts and I cannot figure out why I did that.
Quilt #1 – At least it was pieced and the “quilting” was done when it was pieced. Today I started binding it and before this day is over, the binding is going to be done.
Quilt #2 – I think this one is bigger than the brown one. Honestly, I hardly remember working on these but I do know I did it while we were in MO.
Quilt #3 – This really can’t be considered a quilt yet!
Up on top of the batting, behind the powerade bottles . . another kit. I have no idea what color it is. I tried getting it down but it fell behind the batting and I’m going to have to get the step stool to get it down or . . out of sight, out of mind!
The sad truth is that I think there may be a fourth one somewhere. I hope I never find it.
The quilts are so heavy . . you could sleep outside on the coldest winter night and with this, you’d be sweating! There’s no place for these in Texas . . that’s for sure. Nicole said she would take them so I’m taking the first two to her when I go to MO next. If she doesn’t want them . . she can figure out what to do with them. I’ll be happy to have them out of my sewing room!