I once took a machine quilting class at my local quilt shop on a Sunday afternoon. I sat at a table near the front of the work room, and for some reason, the next student to arrive looked at all the other empty tables and sat next to me instead- which is fine. I mean, it’s good to occasionally mingle with the humans.

But this particular human, she and I could not have been more poorly matched. By which I mean, she was really into results. I haven’t the foggiest idea how she got all her basting pins done so quickly, but when she started giving me brusque help on mine, it was clear that I made her impatient. I suspect she thought I was slow of wits as well as slow of fingers.

I do see the advantages of speedy crafting- like finishing projects before the first rush of excitement wears off. Or, you know, at least starting them before the excitement wears off. But I make decisions slowly, and mistakes frequently. And I do think the process is important- otherwise I might as well just hire someone else to do my handicrafts for me.

But as I mentioned, I’d like to get this shirt quilt done. Therefore:

Voila! 400+ inches of purpose-made binding.

It’s shocking, I know. I’ve finally made quilt binding enough times that I only made six or seven mistakes on this one. (You laugh, but that’s what happens when the geometry-challenged try to construct a specific shape out of something as unruly as fabric. With 45 degree angled cuts, even. I can only guess that Denyse Schmidt, who makes wonderful quilts and whose instructions I use for this kind of stuff, is really good at geometry).


Gift knitting in progress. No geometry here.