I am doomed. My cries a month ago for “never again” will I make a quilt that large have faded into the not-so-distant past, and I am once again embarking on a new quilt piece of art. It is slightly smaller than the one I made for my sister, but the piecing is more intricate. Until I get a long-arm sewing machine, I’m sure that either the piecing will be elaborate or the quilting will be elaborate. Hopefully not both.
The pattern is frequently called Storm at Sea (go google it for yourself for an inkling of the coolness and the beauty of other individual’s interpretation). Usually in a blue motif, as suggested by the name. But I’m going to shake up the typical a bit, and do it in mossy greens for the poor soul who doesn’t know it’s coming. After a quick trip to my local Jo-Ann’s, (and when I say quick, I mean quick! It was the fastest I’ve ever picked quilt fabric In my Life!) I came up with the following four pieces. The horns and music fabric will be the backing, the other three pieces for the quilt.
As always I am extremely excited to get started with the cutting and the piecing. The beginning of the project is a magical point where anything is possible, and the anticipation of seeing the finished project is intoxicating. Ask me about in a few days, when my back hurts from cutting each individual triangle, and I look at the pile before me finished and ready to piece, which will seem to be neverendingly smaller than the pile of pieces yet to cut. Luckily this one I should be able to machine quilt, which is my least favorite part.
Onward I go! As soon as the fabric goes through the rinse and dry process. Until then, my large stack of books call.