Done at Last

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I’m not a quilter, but I got conned into quilting by one of my biology professors, Dr. Harriette Schapiro. Perhaps she thought I would improve mathematically if I quilted. I know she sensed my love of color and of fabrics. Love and passion do not help when you have learning disabilities and can’t add two and two.

I picked my pattern from a book of scrap quilts and began to choose my fabrics July 27, 2010. Just today, I was telling someone that it had been two years since I started, but it’s been one year and four months instead.

About a month later, most of the blocks were cut out, and I ground to a halt.



In July of 2010, I also converted my photography blog to quilting Blog I titled “Quilt-O-Tropic….notes on a few quilts.” By March 2011, I’d begun putting the blocks together but also begun to develop a dislike of the quilt itself. Boring. Endless. The colors didn’t excite me. I wrote about every bit of agony I felt. Not light at all.



In of 2011, I found a blue and white quilt top at the American Cancer Society Thrift store, and grabbed it. Stirred at last to do something with this quilted weight on my mind, I got the “Blue Quilt” jump started at last.



Pinned in one week, it was tied the next week, and the week after that it was first stitched in the ditch by the yellow. The following day childlike sea creatures were drawn on the blue border in a two day sewing stint. On the fourth day, It was finished with a bit of self binding, the pins taken out and photographed.

I actually like it now. The yellow perks it up, the several major errors aren’t glaring, and it’s comfortable when draped across your lap. What more could one want. Perhaps if I had understood measurement, it would have been a lap quilt. Perhaps if someone else does the measurements for the next one, there will be a next one albeit vastly smaller.





(Next I will be scanning the boxed family photos and putting them on disc.)