I enjoy collecting antique quilts and making reproductions of them both big and small. I've made a few baskets and I'd like to make more. I dabble in knitting and would love to learn rug hooking, but it's hard to find time to do it all. I work in higher education and I love my job. However, I do spend a lot of time dreaming about quilts.
I don't like paper piecing and it doesn't like me. It takes more fabric, thread and time than "regular" methods. Every now and then I am enticed back to paper piecing by the notion that it is going to be faster than hand piecing and more accurate than machine piecing. Okay, for me the latter is usually true. But, once again I have disproved that paper piecing is faster than hand piecing. At least for the Dear Jane blocks.
I made the block below, C-6 Challenge, about 8 years ago. It's ugly - I call the color "mud pink." It has bugged me for the entire 8 years it's been in my (small) pile of finished DJ blocks. Frankly, I am blaming it for the lull in my DJ work. I was selecting fabrics for future blocks and loving all the pretty pinks I plan on using. That's when it finally hit me that I should just trash "mud pink" and make a new one. It's an easy block, after all. That is, unless I decide to paper piece it.
I was trying to squeeze in my new C-6 this morning when I should have been leaving for work. It went something like this: cut, pin, sit, sew, stand, trim, press, cut, sit sew, stand, trim, press...up, down, up, down, up, down... That annoying "Voice" in my head was telling me to stop rushing because something bad was bound to happen. It's the same one that told me to use the guard on the mandolin right before I sliced my thumb. Right after I told the Voice to just pipe down I trimmed the wrong piece and ruined the whole block. That's when the Voice told me I was lucky I hadn't just rotary cut my thumb right off. So that's it. I will slow down and prep yet another C-6 for some nice relaxing hand piecing. It won't be in mud pink, either. I might also look into getting out more so I stop talking to myself - particularly since I don't seem to be listening anyway.