One reason I was so anxious to get my sewing machine back is that I needed to finish up the final few rows of quilting on the quilt for my brand-new nephew. I was seriously gnashing my teeth at having to send the machine off mid-quilt, though on the other hand, I suppose I should be grateful that the quilt forced me to face up to the ever-more-insane bobbin hijinks happening on the back of itself.
My husband said: you are not taking a picture of how that quilt is stuck in your machine, are you? No, I'm just being a little coy with it, plus I actually like pictures of quilts all squashed through machines. Also, wow that oilcloth on the table photographs aggressively, doesn't it?
Now I'm stitching the binding. I enjoy this part of quilt-making -- especially with a cup of coffee & NPR playing on my iphone (Public Radio Tuner, do not judge by the number of reviews that are mad because it does not stream hip-hop stations) -- largely because I am so much better at it than I was when I bound my very first quilt, & I think about that every time I'm sewing on binding. It's very satisfying. Much of it is just practice, figuring out your rhythm, working on even stitches, but it also turns out that taking 5 seconds & marking an exact stopping/starting place at your corners (ie, when you are sewing your binding on & you're supposed to stop 3/8", say, from the corner in order to do your mitering, then start again 3/8" in on the next side) makes an entire galaxy of difference when it comes to a nice crisp turn. I use a regular pencil, right on the binding -- it's going to be folded over anyway.
I thought maybe I could transition into the New Orleans pictures I took when I was out visiting my sister a couple of weeks ago (I just missed the baby, but did get to see these cows...), but I just don't think I can pull it off today (or, possibly, ever). I'll give them their own post later. After I finish binding the quilt.
Thanks for all the warm re-welcomes -- it's good to be back!