Wow. I feel dwarfed by this quilt when I’m at my machine. It takes me, my sewing table, and a chair to hold it all. But we’re plugging along, block-by-block, and it’s almost done.
I’m spending 80% of my time wrestling, ahem, nudging, the quilt through my machine, and the other 20% actually quilting. I thought I had broken my machine when it was making a painful noise and the stitch arm was stuck in the “up” position. It was one of those classic marriage moments when my husband suggested it was the needle, but I knew better, as my machine would never make that horrible noise if it were just the needle.
It was the needle.
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