In his early retirement, my grandfather was a skilled woodworker. He made beautifully crafted furniture and toys and was meticulous in his attention to detail and quality. I've thought of him this week, and tried to channel the attention-to-detail gene that must be somewhere in my makeup thanks to him, as I UNPICK 6 ROWS OF THE BLASTED TRIANGLE QUILT. In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have started sewing something new, especially something requiring a measure of prescision, with a 3 month old in the house. Reading the instructions may have also helped. Ahem.
I'm sewing this in fits and starts - about 15 minutes snatched here and there while Henry sleeps and Audrey is otherwise occupied, or in the evenings when I'm tired (clearly a little too tired - I can't believe it took me 6 rows to realise my stuff up!) So, in case you're about to embark on this quilt, remember to piece the triangles all staggered-like... like this (scroll to Figure 3), so your lovely points don't end up buried in the seam allowance. Damn!
Despite this I'm still quilt obsessed. I've been making quilts in my head - many more will be made this way than I could ever hope to make in reality. This is todays quilt - inspired by a walk around our drippy, autumn neighborhood.
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