Wednesday, February 15, 2017
It wasn't in the sky; it was in my workroom.
Let me explain. My workroom is always a mess; I tend to work better when there's a bit of chaos around, but even I had gotten to the point where I realized it was out of control.
On Friday, January 20, I decided that the best way to spend the day was to avoid the TV at all costs, and start cleaning the room. It helped that I had just sold something on Craiglist that was currently in the room, under a pile of fabric, holding apparently even more fabric. So I started there, pulling out the vintage trunk (which was absolutely beautiful, but round-topped and so hard to stack on, and, embarrassingly, there's another one in the attic anyway) and emptied it. There was a ton of fabric in there that I could use right now, some of which I'd forgotten I owned. So that's sort of a win?
Continuing on all week with the TV avoidance (though not social media; if we're friends there, you know my feelings and how abundantly I've shared them), I got the trunk out, added a metal shelving unit from the basement to better organize fabric, cleaned out the standing cedar closet (and its stackable bins inside), threw out/donated another 3 trash bags of stuff, and thought I was finished.
There was one more trunk left under the table, and against my better judgment,I moved everything aside and dragged it out.
Inside was stuff I literally haven't seen in over a decade, including a quilt that I started making shortly after I bought the house (2000), and drafted a review for in Patternreview's UFO Contest back in 2006 (but never posted because it didn't get finished after all).
I was trying to stitch down the rows of squares on my machine, and I didn't notice until I'd sewn a few rows that the backing fabric had gone crooked, pulling the whole thing out of alignment. Instead of simply picking the stitches out and starting over, I folded it up and shoved it in a box. For 10 years.
Last night I laid it out on the bed, over top of the comforter (which actually came with me when I moved in 2000), and it looks really good in the bedroom. I fetched a seam ripper, ripped out those three rows of stitching, grabbed some yarn and a big needle, and yarn-tied the entire thing in an hour.
So now all I need to do is bind the edges and I can add the 16 year old comforter to the donation pile and sleep the sleep of the righteous under my finally-finished UFO quilt.