Vince is at his first, real babysitting gig tonight. Someone left their three-year-old with Vince and went to go see a concert (I think kind of far away, like in DC). I can’t quite believe it. I mean I completely believe that Vince will do a good job (he’s so good with kids & I wouldn’t let him babysit anyone if I didn’t trust his judgement), but I can’t believe that my kid can take care of other people’s kids. I haven’t really left Edda with him for a long time yet, but I think he’ll want to charge me for it. 😳 .
I went to quilting class on Wed and it was the first time we brought in our sewing machines.
The trickiest part is keeping a consistent, even, scant quarter inch seam allowance. In all the quilts I’ve made, I have not really been doing this. I’ve kind of fudged it a bit and my quilts develop little puckers when they finally get quilted because not everything is quite square and true. In order to make everything square and true requires a degree of anal-ness I pretty much gave up when Edda’s diagnosis just knocked me off (well, pulled me kicking and screaming) of my perfection/anal tendencies. But I think I can re-conjure enough of my previous anal-ness to learn to make things line up (though this time, it involves way a lot of ironing, sorry! pressing. In the quilting world, ironing and pressing are two different things). Though not in my first attempt. This is my test strip in class:
A perfect inch on the bottom:
But by the time I got to the top, I lost almost an eighth of an inch. doh! Not good.