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Crazy Mom Quilts

In no means am I an expert quilter, but I do enjoy the look and feel of a freshly sewn spread of fabrics that combine to make a piece of homemade art (and I enjoy winning-shameless plug). For years I dreaded the mention of "learning to quilt". My mom tried to tempt me into the sinful practice by waving free fabric in front of my nose...scandlous, I dare say. In the end, I was a goner. I completed my first quilt in 2005 with the help of my mother and good friend. Since then I have completed a quite a few other quilts for myself and friends, minus a few mishaps. I recently put the big ole KABOSH on fabric shopping...I decided if I don't see it, then I don't need it...at least until I use up the stash (mountian) of fabric I have piling up in my closet.

Well, LO AND BEHOLD...I find this awesome Blog that has a slew of crafting ideas for me to use up my stash of fabric on...and I couldn't help but drool over her's (stash that is). This woman is completely unreal...check out all the quilts she made over the last year and you too will have quilt envy.

Quilt Envy!!!

Have you ever experienced Quilt Envy? (that nagging, I wish I had that, and that, and that, feeling every time you walk into a quilt store) I am no stranger to it! I love looking at beautiful quilts, but I always walk away feeling covetous. In fact, the other day I happened to stop by a friend's home who just happened to be working on one of the most fabulous, eye-catching quilts ever! I just wanted to snatch up all her fabric and bolt to the door...but, alas, I kept my composure and finished our visit in a pleasant manner.

To my glorious surprise and utmost wonder, I recently was thrown a baby shower! And not to let my competitive side take over this blog post, but, if there were baby shower contests to who received the greatest gifts, than HANDS DOWN...I AM THE WINNER!!! (umm...sorry, I love being the winner) At my shower I received not one, but four beautiful, envious quilts! I love, love, love, love them.

Oh, and you are probably wondering which one is my favorite...I love them all, but the one I love the most is the one with pink in it...hahahahahaha!






Did I mention that I am the WINNER?!? And on a side note, that quilt my dear, friend was working on, is the last picture I posted!
Moral of the Story: Good things come to those who don't loose all abandon and snatch away projects that their friends are working on.

my next project:

{For a close friend, who is expecting a baby girl, something so sweet}

To tell you the truth...

To tell you the truth, I am utterly DEPRESSED! Today I had the most devestating blow ever. I recently picked up the hobby of Quilting, and I am by no means an expert quilter, but a budding apprentice quilter who likes pretty fabrics. Since my first quilt was completely free, paid for by my lovely quilter Mom, I decided to jump wallet first into the quilting world and purchase fabric, at a minimal discount, to create a Halloween themed quilt. I went to the store, bought the fabric, paid the choking amount, and then proceeded to "piece" the top. I finished the top and I left it out for a few days to admire the intricate Halloween prints melded together by the creativity of my quited pattern. Believe me, it is sooooo Halloweeny cute! (Yes, I know 'Halloweeny' isn't a real word, but it fits so nicely in my sentence, I went ahead and used it anyway. Besides, Shakespeare made up all kinds of wacked words.) What was I saying? Oh, yes, so I put the top on my mom's quilting machine so I could attach the bottom and the inside batting. I quilted about 3/4's of the quilt when the machine suddenly stopped. I couldn't figure out what was going on, so I changed the thread and replaced the bobbin thread. When I was under the machine replacing the bobbin thread, to my dismay, I saw the most devestating sight. The bottom of my quilt was marred with gargantuous nests of tangled thread. From one end of my quilt to the other, the underside of my almost completed masterpiece was a tangled nightmare, a nightmare that would take hours if not days to unpick and then restitch. DARN THAT BLASTED QUILTING MACHINE! I sat under the machine and cried, then called my sister, told her my story, hung up the phone, cried again, ate the only chocolate I could find in the house, called my mom and cursed her machine, and then walked away. In fact, the blasted, ruined, very expensive quilt is still nailed to the blasted quilting machine. BLAST DARN BLAST SON OF A ....

That is my story. But I guess as the saying goes, "Quilt not lest ye be marred with disparaging thread nests."