Over Easter I went with my Dad to our shack at Corny Point. As always I pack some sewing which often doesn't see the light of day in favour of snoozing and such. This time I took the very first quilt I ever made and still isn't finished. (It's seen some trips to the shack in it's day!)
I had noble intentions of knuckling down to, if not finish it, then at least to make a dent in the hand quilting that is left to do. But instead I had an Easter epiphany! I do not like hand quilting. I don't enjoy it and what's more I think I am pretty crap at it. My stitches are uneven, wobbly and sometimes (often) don't show up on the back. So I decided that instead of perservering (read - flogging a dead horse) I decided to unpick all the quilting I had done over the last (gasp!) 17 years and machine quilt it instead.
I feel much better now. I am freed from the tyranny and pricked fingers of hand quilting. And now this quilt may even get finished before its 20th anniversary. Watch this space.
Disclaimer: I love hand-quilted quilts. They can look truly exquisite. It's just that mine didn't.