Our conversations go like this:
Nan: What are you doing?
Me: I am taking perfectly good fabric cutting it into smaller pieces and sewing it back to together again.
Nan: That's stupid!
Me: (She has dementia, so I take this with a grain of salt) I proceed to show her one of the completed blocks.
Nan: That's crazy!
In a way this quilt has been crazy. There are no real big instructions and the whole process takes a lot of time. No rotary cutting here!
My process was this. I would trace the templates on to the fabric, cut and place my pieces in a labeled envelope. I would maybe get one or two done while talking with Nan.
On Monday, I would sit down at my sewing machine and sew a couple of blocks together.
It was like working on a puzzle. I would sit with the book and my pieces and match everything up.
Often my seam ripper was my best companion during this process. Over the months my pile of blocks grew. And it was finally time to put the whole thing together.
This is the helper who may have been a quilter in a past life. If there is fabric involved she is right there.
I just couldn't resist laying the top on my bed when it was complete. I felt completely crazy during the process at points. But the reality is that it was all worth while. Now on to the hand quilting. My patience should be really built up after this project.
Linking up with Crazy Mom quilts for a Friday finish.