I've been wanting to make a quilt for a loooooong time.
Like about a year and a half.
A picnic blanket quilt actually, and I finally got around to working on it the other day.
I faked busy for the afternoon, pulled out my sewing supplies, and started in on it.
I must admit something first.
I sort of have this thing where I fall instantly, passionately, and head-over-heals in love with a fabric.
This love affair will consume me for a period of time, say, six months or a year, and then...
One day, just as quickly as I fell in love with it, I fall out of love with it.
And that's it.
I have no use for it anymore.
Wouldn't use it on a project if someone paid me in chocolate to do it.
Does anyone else have this problem?
I figured I'd better get on it before my crush with Heather Bailey's Hello Roses in Olive grew as cold as yesterday's hot cocoa.
(Lest anyone reading this blog should think I am professing to be a real live quilter, all you have to do to is take a look at the intricate top of my quilt to see that I am a faker.)
But can I share my secret for completing a quilt top in an afternoon?
BIG, FAT BLOCKS.
BIG, FAT, WONKY BLOCKS.
...sandwiched between two LARGE strips of the object of my affection.
And since I'm in the sharing mood, may I share my secret to quilting happiness?
It's the latest thing.
I highly recommend it.
You should try it.