My Day
A Wednesday that was deemed my day, my time. That was after two loads of laundry. I don’t mind as I never know where the ole cowboy will motor off to in the little red pickup and I want him in clean clothes. There have been several fellows out and about where Dennis has been. When he comments about dirt and grease, I know he has the message loud and clear.
Today has been going well in the studio. The key to my machine quilting is that the heft needs to be placed as such so there is as little drag as possible to the machine’s bed. That means whatever I can get near the sewing machine to assist works. The attachment that is used needs to have the feed dogs down. It is my hand motion that moves the quilt under the needle that allows for the progression of stitches. That attachment also allows for even stitches. If I were doing it totally solo, I know there would be some very long stitches as well as cramped ones. Again it is the neoprene weights that help my hands and arms to move things along.
The heavy sweatshirt that I cut up needed some patience to get the needle up and over the stitching of the factory lettering. Some t-shirts are so soft, they would be happy bunching with too much stretch. What really was never meant to be under a needle while stitching is the rubberized fronts on many of the t-shirts. We do what we can. I did notice one thing about the shape-flex I used on the back of these t-shirts. It could have been a bit heavier. Had I used the heavy backing that I did for AJ’s t-shirt quilt, I would not have been able to quilt it, Old Alley would have been on speed-dial. Live and learn. A few blocks each day and the hare, aka: Grammie, will win the race
I won’t be doing anymore stitching today. I am going to load the bobbin and clean out the fuzz under the needle plate. It is amazing what can collect.
If I had not made the great egg salad that I had for last night’ supper, the other option, via Dennis, was Subway. I think that will work for tonight.