The Hex Quilt

This post has been sitting in my queue for a while now. Apparently blogging about a quilt is just as intimidating to me as finishing one.

And since this quilt will probably never be finished, I might as well throw these up there and move on with my life, right?


The Hex Quilt was my very first, and as I said in my teaser for The Shuckster, it showed me the possibilities of pattern and color-play in quilts. But, really, that doesn’t give weight to the many hours I spent shopping for the perfect purple fabrics, or arranging and re-arranging the color progression, or coloring sample patterns on hexagon graph paper…it became an obsession for a whole year, and this series of photos hints at that.

don't disturb the crazy lady
May 2009: First cuts, from the fabrics that inspired the full spectrum.

May 2009: Back when I would photograph every new stack of hexagons. (Before there were hundreds of them.)

June 2009: Flew to Calgary with my box-o-hexagons, and laughed when I realized a TSA agent had to inspect it. This was drawn up for the return flight.

the purples
June 2009: While in Calgary, my craft-enabler Joce took me on a Fabric Crawl. The goal was to drink a pint of beer for every meter of fabric purchased, but it would have been impossible. (This is only one portion of the fabric haul.)

June 2009: House-sitting, with hexagons.

August 2009: Moved into a new place, with hexagons.

August 2009: Starting to assemble stripes.

December 2009: A glimpse of the stash.

January 2010: Finishing the quilt top.

September 2010: Picking it back up and preparing to quilt.

September 2010: Machine quilting is tedious!

September 2010: Am I done yet? (No.)

further proof that I am a process quilter
January 2012: More machine quilting.

February 2012: On display at The Shuckster!


sewing for dummiez

Sewing your own clothes is a double-edged sword. On the plus side, you can make something that you’re incredibly proud of, and you look for opportunities to alert the entire world that this? This awesome thing you are wearing right now? YOU MADE IT! BOOYAH! But then there are the times when you spend hour after torturous hour perfecting an item that, once you finally put it on, makes you wonder whether you’d even consider buying it from the clearance rack. And when you take it to a clothing swap in hopes one of your friends will look better in it, they all say, “But YOU should KEEP it, because you MADE it!” And so you have this piece of clothing in your closet, which you can’t throw away because it represents hours of investment, but which you don’t care about nearly enough to alter into something new.

Oh wait, this wasn’t even my point. MY POINT was that most people, when I tell them I sometimes sew clothes for myself, immediately get all googly-eyed, and I suspect they’re imagining that I wake up to the sound of birds singing, with a fresh face and sweet breath, decide I’m going to make something, whip it up in a matter of minutes, and then put it on and look AMAZING.

This, my dears, is not how it really goes down.

Keep reading to find out the truth.

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I want to talk about something other than books!

Like how I just finished watching Blue Crush online and am tempted to start it over again?

Or how I am attempting to finish sewing a dress today, and have hit all the highs and lows of sewing garments.
-Attaching the skirt to the top, and finally being able to try it on.  Ish.  HIGH!
-Realizing that the looseness of the top isn’t remedied by the weight of the skirt, and I will have to deconstruct the armholes in order to make some alterations?  LOW!
-Deconstructing a stupid armhole, and putting it back together.  Doing it The Right Way instead of The Lazy Way, and still having it look a bit bunchy when I’m finished?  SO LOW!
-Realizing that I could have probably made the whole dress a size smaller?  Annoying, given that I always double-check my measurements before cutting, but nothing I didn’t expect.
-Putting in the zipper!  Trying on the nearly finished dress!  Saying to myself, “I could wear this in public!”  HIGH!
-Walking around with my hands in the pockets.  Pockets!  HIGH!
-Looking at the zipper once more, being totally irritated by how crooked it is and how sloppy the finishing is at the neckline, realizing that it would drive me crazy Every Single Time I wear it.  LOW!
-Ripping out the zipper.  BOO!
-Stitching it back in by hand.  Tedious, but adds to the general sense of smugness one gets from making a garment of their own.

Which brings me back to Blue Crush.  What other movie should I watch, that is entertaining enough to keep me smiling for the next few hours, yet dumb enough that it won’t distract me from all the fussy stitching?


Remember when I went through that fabric-covered-magnet phase?  And made about 100 in the span of a week?  And then put them on my fridge and pretended that they’d be posted on etsy eventually?

Well, it’s still the plan, but I have attempted to take product shots about four times, and every time I am disappointed by how lame the shots turn out.

Sometime in the past week, probably while I was reading this book, I realized what I need to do.  I’m going to carry the magnets around town, and take pictures of them on whatever metal subject I can find.

And I only report this to all y’all so that if, in a month or so, you STILL haven’t heard word of an etsy shop, you can sort of give me a nudge.