Today I finished sewing on the quilt binding.
Then I ripped out all yesterday's work, hours and hours' worth.
It was frustrating, but it had to be done. The work was too messy. True, I was the only person who would ever notice. But workmanship has become a bit of a sensitive point with me since my first quilt ever was accepted to a juried show this past spring. After the show, the quilt was returned to me with a pointed statement about poor workmanship from one of the judges. Until then, I'd known some of the work needed improvement, but that judge's acknowledgment of it carried a sting that I still feel.
After using a seam ripper to remove yesterday's wobbly uneven stitches, I was fortunate to have my neighbor Edith, an experienced hand quilter, swing by and show me how to hand quilt in the places where my sloppy free-motion quilting had been. So here I am, baby, hand quilting, thimble and all:
I like to listen to a book on tape while I work. Right now I'm listening to Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann.