Do you remember the moment you learned how to chain piece?
I do. It was a few years after I started quilting when I finally decided to take a class - Quilting 101. What an eye-opener! Rotary cutting, strip sewing, chain piecing, quilt sandwiches & proper binding and I was in a whole new world. I was convinced I could make 634 quilts by the following Saturday.
Almost 30 years later and I have a love/hate relationship with chain piecing. I love the speed, the methodical fluidity of the process ... I love pressing all those pieces in a row. And snip-snip-snipping apart the connecting threads.
And can I get an amen for the amount of thread it saves?
But boy does it ever get awfully mo-no-to-nous after a while.
As in slit-my-wrists, jump-off-a-cliff, "Is 9:00 a.m. too early for a glass of wine?" monotonous.
Thank goodness for iTunes. And for children who know how to make their mama a perfect cup of tea.
'Cause then all of a sudden (and by "all of a sudden" I mean somewhere in the neighbourhood of three marathon sewing days) this mess ...
turns into the most beautiful and rewarding pile of these ...
and then you forget the pain and agony you went through to get here and remember that you love quilting.
Kinda like having a baby.
Without the placenta.