Addiction

Today I signed up for my first quilting class.  I think I may be fighting an addiction.  I've mentioned elsewhere in this blog (New Activities) that I am not a good seamstress, but that a friend made a quilt for me last summer with my assistance.  Well, she gave me full credit for making it, but that's a lie.

I've already purchased the fabric for my second quilt, which I am told is going to be a disappearing 9 patch.  Don't ask me what that means!  My friend is very busy at the moment, running her own business and travelling to China in April, and I don't want to bother her.  As a result I'm signing up for quilting classes so that I can learn some basic techniques on my own.  There is a quilt shop in Cookstown, south of here, which has an amazing inventory of fabrics and a very active class schedule during the week.  Unfortunately I have just discovered them, and they seem to be winding classes down for the summer. 

There is a smaller shop in town that also holds a lot of classes, primarily on Saturdays.  Given a choice I would rather attend classes on weekdays, because I have the time available.  Weekends are precious time that I can spend with my husband.  However, tomorrow he's off to watch the last Maple Leaf loss of the season and visit overnight with a childhood friend from out of town.  This gives me the opportunity to attend the hand-quilting class without feeling guilty.

Apparently I will end up with an orphan 12 inch quilt block, which I can make into a pillow or a table runner or something else I haven't heard of yet.  I chose fabric to go with a dining room tablecloth so I can make a table runner, but that may a bit ambitious.   

Then again, you're talking to the woman who is planning to make a home made duvet by sewing a silk quilt batting into a cotton duvet cover.   Later in the month of April there will be a machine quilting class, so I may want to postpone this project until I've taken the class.   There is another class I'd like to take in April, where you make a birdie sling bag, similar to the one on the right.  I know I don't need another purse (and it's too big anyway) but I'm tired of carrying knitting or needlework projects in plastic bags, or at least that's my story.  


Now that I've found this fascinating new world I want to learn more about it, and become more skillful.  There are so many projects, other than quilts, that I don't know where to start.  This is a new world for me, and I'm looking forward to exploring it.  I can understand how quilters become addicted.