(Edited 2/2: This is the story of a quilt that has been in the making for probably 25 15-20 years. I don't know when my mother started it, but I'm certain it was after 1993 1996. [Their youngest child, whose birth date is embroidered on the quilt top was born in 1996. Took me a few days to realize she couldn't possibly have started before he was even born.])
As was her way, she was meticulous in her planning.
The photocopy on the left is from an QNM dated 1993. The magazine in the middle is dated 1991. |
This quilt is to commemorate my brother's marriage in 1992. Over the years when I'd visit I'd ask about its progress and she'd pull it out so we could discuss next steps or sticking points or whatever it was that was slowing her forward motion. Four or five years ago we determined it was the color of the embroidery floss she was unhappy about, so a trip the JoAnn's Fabrics straightened out that little road bump and she was happily working on it again.
These days, not so much. My mother has Alzheimer's, and it's progressing rapidly. I'd noticed a marked loss of short-term memory when I stayed with them three years ago. These days I live with them two months at a time (with a month off while my brother lives with them), but she doesn't really know exactly who I am. On her best days, she's introduced me as her sister. On other days, I might be her mother or the nice lady who owns the house they're 'temporarily staying in'.
The quilt-to-be was again uncovered recently (last year?) and she found yet more things to be unhappy with. When the banquet table was cleared of the latest jigsaw puzzle in September and we spread the quilt pieces out, she was appalled at the unevenness of the borders, so another element was removed in an effort to correct that with the idea of reconnecting things straighter.
8/2020: Lower right corner--that's part of the quilt top, folded and languishing untouched. |
After a week or so, another jigsaw was unboxed and the quilt top was folded up and forgotten. When my brother arrived at the beginning of January to take his turn again, she didn't even know what he was referring to when he asked about it.
It was time to get it to a point where she could start working on it again! I'm loathe to even admit this, but I didn't tell her. I simply packed everything I could find that related to this project, and brought it home with me. (I did tell my brother, so he wouldn't bring it up again and possibly prompt her to start looking for it.) At the rate she was going, it was on the way to being perfected into oblivion.
This is the state in which it was left. Yesterday morning I draped it over our square table simply to get a picture of where everyone's names were to go, without thought of staging for a blog post. It was my goal to spend the day assessing and working on this. I have a week to get it reassembled, and other than taxes, no other projects on my horizon.
Regular or consistent seam allowances are for sissies, apparently.
The darkest line is the one to follow? Or none of them? And I sure wish I had noticed right away that the green border was cut on the bias!
The pins holding all this together are as railroad spikes compared to the pins I use in my work.
So, step 1: remove those triangles and get the green border even all the way around. That's what she had been trying to fix when this slipped off her radar. There was quite a bit of snippage along the edges, deep enough that at least 1/4" needed to be trimmed from all four sides.I ended up centering the pink strip between the 1/2" and 3/4" marking on my 3.5" x 24" ruler and cutting off anything that extended beyond that, so an even 2.75" green border was established all the way around the center.
Step 2: scrub out all the pencil markings in the triangles!
I did one of the lighter-marked triangles first, but didn't establish a "before" so I wasn't sure I made a difference. For the second one, I took pictures.
This was one of the worst seams, marking-wise. I wet the entire length with water just so it would stay flat.
I cleaned the right half first. I rubbed an ancient bar of Fels Naptha over the markings, then used a toothbrush to scrub that in (back & forth as well as circular motions). Then I added some diluted laundry detergent and scrubbed that in. Then I added my favorite kitchen cleaner (baking soda mixed into dish soap to make a paste) and scrubbed that in. It may have been overkill, but I was willing to throw everything in my arsenal at those stubborn graphite markings (short of bleach, of course. I didn't want to accidentally bleach the embroidery floss.)
While most of this may have been smearage I was cleaning off, the results showed me it was worth all the elbow grease.
I could cut new "wings" for the two too-narrow triangles, and be on my way again!
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