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There was lots of rassum frassum around here today. I started quilting the snowflake quilt (after dragging my feet all of last week). This is the first machine quilting I’ve done since the machine returned from its spa visit. I was not a happy camper. Not. At. All. There’s an annoying sound coming from the machine, the stitch quality is not up to par. Crab crab crab. This does not make for the most pleasant of afternoons. Especially after you’ve had a perfectly delightful late morning watching In Bruges (lots of violence but laugh-out-loud funny) and making another small basket block:
SO, I buckled down to quilt. After trying different things (go down a needle size, try a different thread holder, dial down the tension, dial up the tension, ad nauseum), I pulled the thing out of the machine (again) and got out a practice sandwich. Do you know what I learned? I learned that my stitch quality is not good on the thinnest batting. I normally use Quilters Dream select cotton, but for some reason I chose the request poly this time (I think I was focused on making the quilt sandwich as pliable and thin as possible). Not a good choice for me. The pathetic part of this story is that I seem to recall making this discovery at some time in the not too distant past–BUT I FORGOT. Sheesh.
With that lesson re-confirmed, I will continue the quilting and try to keep a pleasant outlook while it’s going on. That might be hard for me. More like I will try not to grit my teeth too hard throughout the rest of the process. Because I’m not starting over with a thicker batting. Surely you jest.
Oh, here’s another funny movie recommendation: Eagle vs. Shark. Maybe I should watch it again while I quilt…