Today, I faced it. I did it. And I produced some of the poorest looking work I've done for a long time.
I may get an A for courage, but a C- for workmanship.
This is not going to be an inspiring story of triumph over adversity. Instead, the experience reminded me of what a vacuum cleaner does. You know.
|To do free-motion quilting, you need a spring-driven jobby like this, called a darning foot. No problem.|
The PROBLEM was this marvel of Swedish engineering, this piece of clear plastic from hell:
The Husqvarna Viking quilting table is supposed to help by 1) spreading the weight of the quilt around, and 2) making the quilt easier to maneuver by elevating the work to the level of the sewing machine bed.
But the Husqvarna Viking quilting table does not help.
It skootches around as the quilt moves, causing my hands on the quilt to skootch around with it, making big loose sloppy stitches in places where I did not want them. Sometimes it even gets under the needle and breaks the needle.
The result was some of the sloppiest free-motion quilting I've ever done. It looks so bad, I'm not even going to show you.
I'm reminded of Thoreau's statement: "We are become the tools of our tools." It's true. But it's no consolation.
I faced my fear, and the result was a mess.