After sewing almost daily for the last three and a half years, sewing has become that for me. There aren't too many surprises anymore. It wasn't always this way. When I was new to sewing, I spent more time seam ripping than sewing. But those days are mostly behind me now.
Until, that is, I stepped out of my comfort zone (garment sewing) into the world of quilting. This summer I spent so many hours trying to make this quilt. And I learned, I'm not a quilter. I should be. It's in my blood. I have aunts who sew things like yo-yos and cathedral windows. They hand quilt... and not my kind of hand quilting using embroidery floss and big stitches. Oh no, this is the real deal. Good old fashioned hand quilting, where tiny, uniform stitches are king.
Yeah, I'm missing that gene.
I was finally finishing up my quilt. It was the crowning moment, the pièce de résistance. After piecing two of the four final borders I laid it down, heart full of excitement and...
it would not lay flat.
Not.even.close. I called Dan over. He's a mastermind at figuring out these things. He confirmed it was indeed kattywompus. Capital K, Capital W. We measured the borders with the on point squares. One was over an inch shorter than the other three. I grabbed my old friend Seam Ripper and got to work. Then I redid part of the border, adding an inch to the length. I was about to sew it on when Dan said, First, we better lay the quilt out to be sure we fixed the problem.
Fix it, we did not.
I cannot get it to lay flat. I got out my straight edge and realized it's no where near square. And I really have no idea how to fix it. Dan and I think I'm going to have to take it all apart.
It's back to garment sewing, I am.