The opening of the machine is called the throat, I'm told, and it's like a constricted tunnel for the rolled quilt to pass through while part of it goes under the needle. When I get paid for my commission, which should be around Easter time of 2011, I'm going to put that money toward a sewing machine with a bigger throat. Maybe I'll call it Deep Throat.
I'm stitching in the ditch, which means I'm sewing the three layers together by laying down a line of stitching in the "ditch" or the tiny declivity of the seam where two pieces of fabric come together. Here, I'm stitching in the ditch to make a little frame around Marc's name and date of birth.
I couldn't do any of this quilting if I didn't have a walking foot. That feeds all three layers of the quilt sandwich evenly. Without it, the backing and the top move at different rates. I learned that one the hard way. "Walking foot? Who needs a walking foot?" Right. Next thing I knew I had the seam ripper in my hand and I was ripping out lines of quilting four feet long. The things I learned the hard way are the lessons that make the most painful and lasting impressions.
Walking foot |
Next I'm just putting some straight lines of stitching into some of the spaces to hold the whole thing together. Adhering to the KISS rule here.
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