The Story of a Baby Quilt and youtube

So, um, the first baby quilt is finished.

I’d already pieced the top. Those are bugs in a jars and it was made for a little boy.

The piecing was actually easy and I love the pattern, so the next two will be made the same. I do have little girl fabric–ie pinks and  pastels (God, I hate that gender bits) but the fabric is cute. So I hope my niece is giving me a great niece because my nephews are having boys.

Here, I’ve pinned it and traced lines on the fabric in pencil to mark where I would sew.

You see, one baby shower is this Saturday. I decided instead of hand quilting them I would try machine quilting them. Sounds simple.

Youtube lies and there are big fat liars who post on Youtube to delude you into thinking it is so easy a monkey with no thumbs can do it.

Our story begins with a sewing machine. My sewing machine has been my friend for over 20 years. I even took it in to the sewing machine spa for a couple weeks vacation. As we have a mutual respect for each other, I anticipated no problems.

For the record, the sewing machine blames the alien foot I put on it.

For those of you unfamiliar with sewing, that giant silver booger hanging down is supposed to touch the fabric and pull both the top and bottom layer of the quilt sandwich along so the stitches are nice and even.

In theory.

In reality, the stupid walking foot never even touched the fabric. It said the quilt had cuties and wouldn’t go near it. It’s a shank thing (read that 2nd to last word again because I didn’t write what you read the first time).

Anyway, being the determined and stubborn person that I am, I consulted that font of all ill-concieved ideas known as youtube. Apparently, I’m a slow learner. Don’t judge me, where are you on your Honey-Do list?

I decided the heck with the walking foot and it’s stupid straight lines. I would venture into the natural environment of the darning foot and bag me one of those (aka, I went to JoAnns and got extra points on my woman card–they’re sparkly). That done, I spent half a day looking for a cover for the feed dogs then my manual to see how it actually was supposed to fit. 23+ years and I never needed to know.

Anyway, I got it on lickety split and began sewing.

Apparently, the lines that I drew to follow were optional and I opted out, most of the time (insert Lindsay Buckingham’s You Can Go Your Own Way here).

Then a funny thing happened, my thread started acting funny–ie bunching up and snapping. I rethreaded the machine a few times (10, but who’s counting) until I consulted that font of all things sewing–my mother. Ha! You thought I was gonna say youtube didn’t you. Anyway, I asked my mother what my machine was trying to tell me. After we ruled out the usual suspects, she said it could be one last thing–the needle.

Since my mother is sometimes brilliant and I am a model child (stop laughing, that is not a sarcasm font but the honest truth) I decided to replace the needle. Learn from my experience people DO NOT hold the needle of a recently pampered (ie lubed and greased) sewing machine in your mouth like all the other pins. Why because it’s oily and tastes nasty! I get queasy just thinking about it. Bleah!

But the change in needle worked. Thank you Mom! And I happily finished quilting.

And of course, not having learned my lesson, I went back to Youtube to figure out how to sew the binding around the edges. Mom’s glorious information having temporarily overcome the earlier negative associations with the liars. Onward I sewed and… The mitered corners actually came out rounded (perhaps somewhat gnawed on).

After a quick trip to the DMV, I finished sewing the thing by hand (it sure made the 2 hour wait fly by) then I threw the quilt in the wash.

So I’m done with #1 and  have only 2 more to go. My Mom has conveniently given me another walking foot (that should work) for the next one. Which she wants done in time to travel to Denver and give to my nephew and his wife. So I get to do it all over again. But if I get stuck, I know there’s always Youtube to guide me along.

I love quilting.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at She’d love to hear from you.
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4 Responses to The Story of a Baby Quilt and youtube

  1. danrshaw says:

    If it stood up to a washing then it must be sewed real good. I’ve been to JoAnns and it’s the most boring place to ever shop. No food, no good power tools. But hey, it was on my honey-do list.

  2. Well, it doesn’t have a lot of food, but they have cake baking/decorating stuff and candy stuff. You must not know the secret handshake to find them:-) I love power tools. Don’t get me started, I get to use them today. And if I go too long without one the pedal on my sewing machine can magically transform into a gas pedal. It’s just the steering that gets wonky but hey my insurance rates don’t go through the roof when I mess up.

  3. rumpydog says:

    *giggles* I’ve had things like that happen to me before too, but the quilt looks great!

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