I quilted my little baby quilt the other day. It got shorter! Not the time it took to quilt, but the actual quilt.
And I'm not talking an inch or so. Say, how about 11 inches!
I made this cute little quilt, all baby blues, yellows and umbrellas.
I found the perfect backing. I didn't have to piece it. That's always a bonus.
I loaded the backing on the frame, or should I say I started to load the backing.
I pricked my finger with a pin, got blood on the fabric and had to take it off and put it through the washer and dryer.
OK. Do it tomorrow.
Tomorrow came. I started all over again.
Success! The simple meandering quilting that I do on the frame was looking halfway decent.
Until I saw what I did.
Did I say " Oops, I did it again"
I quilted down to the last couple of passes that I would need to make with my Juki and what did I see behind my quilt?
Not cute little polka dot backing fabric, but canvas. The stuff that I pinned my backing to. The stuff that stays on the roller.
I caught myself just in time. I didn't quilt over the canvas.
I had put the quilt top on in the wrong direction. No wonder I had so much extra backing on the sides.
"So what to do" I asked myself. I could take this thing off the frame, go buy more backing, wash and dry it, sew more backing to the back, or something else.
I did the something else.
The quilt is made up of rows. So I unsewed two rows.
It got shorter.
The baby will never know.