I was really looking forward to quilting today but a broken sewing machine needle put a damper on my plans. A broken needle also means a change in today's post topic.
Reluctantly, I'm going to share my first quilt with you. I say reluctantly because I'm slightly embarrassed about my first clumsy attempt at quilting. About a year ago, my boyfriend and I were planning a trip to Sioux Falls, South Dakota in order to attend his best friend's wedding. At that time I was already infected with the quilting bug and was itching to start a project of my own. Less than three weeks before we were scheduled to leave, I decided that I wanted to make a quilt and give it to the newlyweds. I ransacked my bookmarked quilting blogs and flickr quilting groups, searching for the perfect quilt pattern. I created my own pattern that was inspired by Elizabeth Hartman's mix tape quilts.
The whole project was riddled with problems from the start. I don't want to dredge up old memories so I won't get specific. I was rushed and my quilting shows it. Blah.
Anyway, my opinion about my first quilt has changed since I started writing this post. I still see the mistakes but it doesn't matter. I love it! Oh, and the Bride was pleased with it too.