or Why I always audition fabrics
I recently snapped-up 5y of a long-sought Amy Butler stripe from Ginger Bliss. When it arrived this week, I knew it was the perfect binding for the quilt I'm woring on. This evening I finished the quilting, trimmed the quilt, and laid it out with the perfect binding. But it wasn't perfect. So I laid the quilt out with the dark blue I'd always planned to use for the binding, knowing that would be spot-on. But it was dull.
So I pulled out the two pinks from the quilt top and tried them. And they were right. The lighter one was nice, but the darker one just sang. But was I willing to use so much of my remaining piece of it - since I'm actually meant to be saving my Farmer's Market for a quilt for us one day? Yes. Because it's perfect.
And if I can find a little extra motivation this evening, I'll get it machined on and ready to hand-sew while Eleanor has her swimming lesson tomorrow morning. Activity (both quilting and blogging) has been low this week. The late nigths have caught up with me and I've had a few early nights and a few lazy ones. As tends to be the case for me, when deadlines are getting impossible, something snaps, and productivity temporarily halts - so that the ultimate panic can be twice as intense! This quilt is overdue to the magazine editor. Then I need to finish one quilt and make another from scratch (the plans in my head are gradually getting simpler and simpler for that one!) within 2 weeks, plus I have a new commission to work on which should get done ASAP, and I suspect a single bed quilt is being expected for Christmas. HELP!