When I took a photo of my design wall Saturday night, this what what I planned to post:
I got frak-all accomplished this week, thanks to the headache. Then I decided to put the Kansas Troubles fabric up, just to see what approximate size of quilt I’d have when I was done:
Not bad – that’ll make a nice couch throw. Note the can of hot Wasabi peas – these are a vital component of the design process.
I needed to go buy the flannel backing for it, not having found anything I like online. Battling the frenzied weekend lines at JoAnn, I pondered over their fairly sad collection of cotton flannels and finally selected a tan option with small burgundy flowers on it. Not ideal, but I’m not going for the gold here. Sidenote: DAMN, flannel is pricey.
JoAnn has a wonderful system in place – they understaff their cutting counter on weekends, especially on sale weekends, and then they make you take a number, like at the DMV. Yesterday, my number was 47. They were serving…. 26. I’ve had worse. A few weekends ago, my number was 107 and they were in the 70’s.
I have now learned to take a number when I arrive.
It’s Halloween costume season, and desperate mothers with stressed-out expressions and pouting children have 78 hectobazillion bolts apiece to cut from. While the children are wailing and bored. Some of the moms wailed, too.
I grabbed my 47 and wandered back into the fabrics and tools section to get away from the hostile, impatient women vying for position to get their fabrics cut. Yes, I went into the “tools” section; I refuse to call them “notions.” I don’t understand why they’re “notions,” I think it’s fairly silly and non-descriptive. “Tools,” “supplies,” whatever – I’m not calling them “notions.”
1.) impression: a vague idea in which some confidence is placed;
2.) a general inclusive concept;
3.) an odd or fanciful or capricious idea; “the theatrical notion of disguise is associated with disaster in his stories”; “he had a whimsy about flying to the moon”; “whimsy can be humorous to someone with time to enjoy it”
How the heck to sewing tools and supplies fit into that?
I’m sorry, I haven’t had my coffee yet, because every stinking coffee maker out there heats the life-giving liquid to 600 degrees Celsius and it takes an hour to cool down. The drinkable window lasts approximately 18 seconds – it proceeds from Undrinkably Hot to GOGOGO DRINK IT NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW to Ew.
Meanwhile, back at Joann’s, that 30 minutes of wandering cost me nearly $60 – new 36″ ruler, bit more fabric (a completely wonderful, Beatrix-Potter-esque bunny toile,) and stuff. Clever little buggers.
But we’re supposed to be talking about designs. I’m definitely going with a large patch pattern here. The four-patch will be too much work for what this needs to be, so I’m going to cut the FQ’s in half, arrange them in some manner and call it good.
The Hello Betty top is rapidly degenerating into The Impatient Betty top. It’s hanging off to the side of the design wall currently, but I did pick up the white fabric I’ll need for sashing and borders, so she can settle back down and know she’ll get attention soon. Simmer down there, Betty! Your time will come, I promise.