Yes, I know, the saying is “turning lemons into lemonade,” but sometimes the end result is just okay, perhaps not as nice as lemonade, but still quite refreshing. This is such the predicament that I found myself in, or rather, put myself in. I found a nice quilt pattern, not overly complicated, that was until I selected my first fabric. I selected a beautiful and lovely black and white fabric---very graphic (I really just loved it from go). Such a strong fabric would have to be carefully paired so that the main (Black and White) fabric did not drown out the other two fabrics (this quilt basically used just three fabrics) and the other two fabrics did not compete too much with the main fabric. Very tricky stuff.
I trip to the local quilt shop yielded some pretty great options. I was already mentally patting myself on the back for overcoming such a feat of coordination. Well, my congratulations to myself were a little too hasty. The second thoughts started creeping when I was sewing the pieces together which then turned into serious doubts by the time the first square was sewn up. I ended up sewing three more squares before I consulted K for a second opinion…and the decision was made [definite flop].
I was not quite ready to throw in the towel. Perhaps the quilt could be saved if I cut up and re-glued the pieces back together in some new fangled way. After cutting and frankensteining some of the squares back together, despair really set in. It was definitely not going to work. I have to say, the being a fairly adventurous crafter, I am used to failures, but for some reason this one really sucked the wind out of my creative sails (this post will also unofficially go as the clichéd sayings post). I picked up some books and started flipping through the pages. One of the books was the Denise Schmidt book Denise Schmidt Quilts.
That’s where I discovered her “Hold Me Close Heating Pad Cover” and I decided that I could turn this failure around and even if it turned out looking like something only a mother could love, well, who cares? I decided it was worth the risk, seriously, my heart was already broken, so what did it matter? I went to work…basically, I just took the top that I had already created and used her measurements and finishing steps. In the end, I guess things turned out okay. I mean, I wouldn’t call out the marching band or anything, but I was able to save some beautiful fabric from a terrible fate and now my heating pad won’t look so foreboding when I pull it out of the closet.
p.s. I know that I still owe pictures of the quilt. Coming soon...