Two Hundred and Thirty-Four Squares


Now I know the information about my quilt making antics is on my ‘ Making and Baiking..”etc page but it has been a huge labour of love so I thought I would do a quick post about it.I have literally lost tears (frustration), blood (jabbing myself with needles)  and sweat (sitting in near 100 farenheit sewing is not a pretty sight) to turn these little squares into something that I will treasure for ever.

I started off with a crazy idea of doing something that I considered ‘traditionally’ American and make a patchwork quilt from hand with just a needle and thread. Sounds a lot, and I mean a lot, easier than it was.

I then made a trip to Granmma Fannie’s Quilting Barn and I discovered the material that I wanted to use. I followed a loose plan as I was a novice.

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Turns out the plan wasn’t that helpful so I spent the first few days arranging the squares into the correct piles according to a picture that came on the front of the package. Not an easy task! I think one or two may have slipped into the wrong place but that just adds to the homemade feel… doesn’t it?

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I then began sewing the squares together. First I made the rows of eighteen and then began to attach them together untill there were thirteen lines.
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One row took about two hours. Then  attaching them to another row took a further hour (ish, depending on other distractions occasionally the Kardashians made me lose time. Oops!)

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The glee I felt as I sewed on the two hundred and thirty-fourth square. It very nearly caused me to do a victory sewing dance. Almost. I may have tapped my foot a bit.
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Then I almost didn’t make it to the end of these quilt making shenanigans as I had to work out where the various borders went. This took me quite a while to decide what looked better.
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And then which side should which bit to?

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However, I had  a quiet consultation with myself and this was the end result for the border
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This whole sewing process was fidley and lengthy. As you can probably imagine it would be  when you see the two hundred and thirty-four small squares, which I never want to have to sew together again.
It was also painful when I consistently stuck needles into various fingers. I nearly lost a thumb, or two.
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Also, depending on my state of mind it was either frustrating or soothing. The latter didn’t always occur but i persevered. I knew it was an investment for the next time Luke stole the duvet and I was freezing. Now, no longer will I suffer from cold feet and Luke will no longer endure the sharp jabs to the ribs. However, he did get quite a few needles stuck in his foot after I had misplaced them, ouch! But no, from now I will have my own handmade quilt! If I can bear to use it! I may be too worried about spilling anything on it!

For now I am just pleased and immensely satisfied that I have achieved something that hasn’t turned out too shabby. Now, how on earth will I get this back to the UK? Do you think if I wore it as a shrug someone will notice?

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