February 3. Day 3 of DaGMT. I’ve got so many UFOs completed and out of the way. I’m feeling so productive and invigorated…er, well, no. Not really.
I actually have nothing accomplished, though not for lack of trying. I have been waiting anxiously for my fabric to arrive so I can start my quilt. I’ve ordered it from the other side of the country, and it’s on its way, but they took over two weeks to just get it in the mail.
February 1: I sit down to do my very first 20 minutes of DaGMT sans fabric. No problem, I say: I’ll cut out the templates and have them ready in advance. I’m going to cut these babies out and make enough copies for the project. Yeah, sure. I realize, not too far in, that my printer has not printed them to size. I’m under by just over a quarter of an inch on everything. I realize I’m going to have to print these out on a different printer, likely not till Monday.
No problem, I’m not discouraged. I have been working on little placemats so I finish the quilting on one of them that I had started a few days earlier.
February 2: A couple of girls are going to come over. We haven’t been together for at least 8 or 9 months and we’re going to catch up while crafting. They arrive, we talk, eat yummy food, go up into my sewing room, and talk some more. The only ‘crafting’ that’s done is me showing them my drawers of fabric and explaining how I made double fold bias tape.
After they left, I reviewed a couple of tutorials for making binding for the above mentioned placemat and picked out my fabric, sewed it together, folded it and shut everything down for the night. Not too productive.
February 3: I look up instructions for attaching binding. I watch twice. I stalwartly enter my sewing room, knowing I’m going to finish this placement. Today. Yeah. Today.
I square up the placemat, and I follow the instructions for binding. I get down to where I need to attach the two ends, ie, the critical point and out of curiosity, I take a look at the mitred corners the tutorials showed me how to make. I fold over the binding, and…well, I CAN’T fold over the binding. I’ve sewn it wrong. I’ve sewn it down so it won’t fold over on all but one corner. Wow. I also realize that I haven’t made my binding wide enough by about a half an inch. I rip it out, think about choosing another binding fabric, but decide to walk away while I haven’t sewn anything to my fingers or something.
Tomorrow will be better, yeah?